First Class Lyrics

I step on the block, got an H on my belt Don't fuck with no lames, got big racks on my

shelf The Bentley switch lanes, hear the sounds when

I shift Gucci messenger bag on the side is my bitch

We gon' fly in first class, you just might hold the stick

I be flexin' a lot, Michael Phelps how I drip

Got boys on the block, toting drums in them sticks

Stay on the road, make the work do back flips

I had to double up, got in my bag, had to run it up

I do not care, I'm trying to be a hundred up

Bro, look at that, here's a double cup Look at my ice, my chain, it's flooded up

I run in the bank and I fuck it up Keep a 30, so it's never no running up

Chopper chop you something stupid for fronting cuz

She all on my body, I swear that she fiendin' She ridin' with me every weekend

She next to the cash now she cheesin' Yo, lil' baby, what you want in neimans

She say lift her up, then I'm squeezing My 30, my love, never cheatin

I tote her, while rollin' off beans in? A party with drip, now they treeshin

Whoa, I been the green in, Boy you should get your cash up

Siah Flizzy got you niggas mad, huh? I got the racks and the add up

Shorty wan fuck and she bad, uh I'm flexin' so, you niggas sad, uh

Big body Benz the dash, uh I'm swervin' the phone right past ya

I step on the block, got a H on my belt Don't fuck with no lames, got big racks on my shelf

The Bentley switch lanes, hear the sounds when I shift

Gucci messenger bag on the side, it's my bitch We gon' fly in first class, she just might hold the stick

I be flexin' a lot, Michael Phelps, how I drip? Got boys on the block, toting drums in them sticks

I stay on the road, make the work, do backflips