I'mma connoisseur of experience, baby, baby

Okay

Pinky up on my lean cup (I've said enough)

All I give you is a smile (I don't say too much)

Catch the sun from under sace shades (bling bloaw)

I'm feeling classy

Leave the dead rappers right under the curb

I'm not 'bout to show off

I'm leaving my knots under mattress today, for sure

I got a rack on the cash app, forgot to deposit I'm tappin' no worries

I got a band in the PayPal I didn't account for

But not bout to splurge

Ain't doing no dirt

This necklace is wetti' and dripping, my cup getting muddy

I got a man in the bank and a man in the cutti'

I got a man's that's a doctor

A man that's a doc for the fiends with the fetti

I'm on the line and I'm steady

I'm feeling sensual 'tractin the money

Girl acting sexual gave me the ick

Act with some class, don't jump for the dick

One bit of sass, I swear I won't hit (Goddamn)

I'm out here fathering flows

I'm out here watering daughters and cleaning my nose

From the ponderous powders and handling karma wherever she goes

I go with the breeze, and it's easy to see

That a crease on the khakis accumulates (that's it)

Primo got irons to keep 'em straight

Get in the back, like "Sil vous play?"

Doors open for me wage war for the stories

I capture a moment and then let it go

Come from winters with winnners, but never was froze

Cocaine or the snow, complain that's a no

I had a girl I was chasing, my feet getting sore

Now look down she rubbing my toes

Can't even tell you a class I was in so

I guess it's a league of my own

I'm feelin' classy

Running through the money like an athlete

I'm feelin' classy

Checker printed duffel in the back seat

I'm feelin' classy, ha

Suit on me dashing

Shooing these bastards

Everyone else in this game, is so fuckin' ratchet

I really ain't having it, yeah

I'm feeling fresh and established (ah, oh)

She hit the knees like she Kaepernick (ah, oh)

I'm always killing myself, I'm a Masochist

Came a long way from the savages

Actually, space in between us is cavernous

Factually, classy I'm leading the faculty

All they be talking is cappanese, let's not address it (shh)

Lead by example, I don't do corrections

Or criticism or cynicism

All these ladies with it and they all can fit in

'Bout to take census what you giving to me

Got a growing ego, she can stroke it gently

As for my percentage, only triple digits

That's a hundred homie, only benjis on me

And I'm 'bout to spend 'em got some purple pouring

And we could split up if you down

I'm feelin' classy

Pinky up on my lean cup (I've said enough)

All I give you is a smile (I don't say too much)

Catch the sun from under sace shades

Black, black

Yes, Sir, I'm feelin' classy