[Hook]
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Fell asleep in first class
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Hoes callin' my phone but fuck it
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I get to a¢æ?em when I land
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And I ain't tryna land cause time is money
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So while you worry bout the hoes, I kill shows
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and bag more clothes
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It's Polo: check
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These Jordan 4a¢æ©÷s: check
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These women know, What I'm on
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(what I'm on)
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[Wale - Verse 1]
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Look, doing life from the 36th floor
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Tryna renovate the game, I ain't happy with the score
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Hol' up
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Insubordinate for good reason
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As I coordinate the perfect feature
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Uhh, a working genius, a work of art
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That's how I see it
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Cause I can bring you to your dreams like Salvia
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Holiday season, Obama's good neighbour
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I ain't talkin to neither but got comma's in my statement
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My bitches fuck me good
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In the morning make me bacon
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And even when I make a¢æ?em, mad still make em naked
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And I don't take no dames out
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I just spit my game out
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She don't give her nigga head cause I fuck all her brains out
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Hey, that's cold blooded
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Hey, these hoes love it
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Roll up was $4, Doja was four hundred
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Dolce Gabbana stuntin'
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A young nigga love it
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Why ya'll be gettin' mad
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We only gettin' money
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[Hook]
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[Big Sean - Verse 2]
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Okay today I was the freshest in my area
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Freshest in the neighbourhood
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Freshest in America
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Fuckin bitches chasing paper
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I feel like I'm alterior
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Boi, I'm historical
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I cause the hysteria
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Ok, whats a better accessory?
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My all gold Rolly or the bitch that's standing next to me
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Or the one in front of me
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Or the chick leaving
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Lightin' reef up like it's the holiday season
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Woah there, woah there, these niggas can't fuck with me
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They too little
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I'm animal you can't talk to me
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Unless you are Dr Dolittle
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Welcome, we-welcome to the GOOD life
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Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night
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But they say we ain't BIG
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Turn us to a Suge Knight
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Lets swim in alcohol and hop up on that red-eye kush flight
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And when I'm old, I'll probably die getting some head
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I'm just multiplying my money and dividing the legs
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B-I, boi, boia¢æ|
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[Hook]
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[B.o.B - Verse 3]
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From my shell toes to my brim brim
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I'm an old soul with my pimp limp
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I roll up and I sip sip
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Whole team full of OG's packing fo-fo's on the hip hip
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But we stay cool, we don't miss miss
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Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss
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When they feel safe on some bitch shit
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I'm first class on my trip trip
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With two chicks, sadistic
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We touch down in Moscow and take flicks like click click
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She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause
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I be doing rich shit, you know, baller shit, etc
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[Hook]
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First Class
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| Wale |
