Wale — First Class

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