First Class Lyrics - Wale

[Hook] 

Fell asleep in first class 

Hoes callin' my phone but f-ck it 

I get to 'em when I land 

And I aint tryna land cause time is money 

So while you worry bout the hoes, I kill shows 

and bag more clothes 

It's Polo: check 

These Jordan 4s: check 

These women know, What I'm on 

(what I'm on) 

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[Wale] 

Look, doing life from the 36th floor 

Tryna renovate the game, I aint happy with the score 

Hol' up 

Insubordinate for good reason 

As I coordinate the perfect feature 

Uhh, a working genius, a work of art 

Thats how I see it 

Cause I can bring you to your dreams like Salvia 

Holiday season, Obama's good neighbour 

I aint talkin to neither but got comma's in my statement 

My bitches f-ck 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 f-ck all her brains out 

Hey, thats cold blooded 

Hey, these hoes love it 

Roll up was $4, Doja was four hundred 

Dolce Gabbana stuntin' 

A young nigga love it 

Why ya'll be gettin' mad 

We only gettin' money 

[Hook] 

[Big Sean - Verse 2] 

Okay today I was the freshest in my area 

Freshest in the neighbourhood 

Freshest in America 

F-ckin bitches chasing paper 

I feel like I'm alterior 

Boi, I'm historical 

I cause the hysteria 

Ok, whats a better accessory? 

My all gold Rolly or the bitch thats standing next to me 

Or the one in front of me 

Or the chick leaving 

Lightin' reef up like it's the holiday season 

Woah there, woah there, these niggas can't f-ck with me 

They too little 

I'm animal you can't talk to me 

Unless you are Dr Dolittle 

Welcome, we-welcome to the GOOD life 

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night 

But they say we aint BIG 

Turn us to a Suge Knight 

Lets swim in alcohol and hop up on that red-eye kush flight 

And when I'm old, I'll probably die getting some head 

I'm just multiplying my money and dividing the legs 

B-I, boi, boi 

[Hook] 

[B.o.B - Verse 3] 

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 aint regular cause 

I be doing rich shit, you know, baller shit, etc 

[Hook]