Wale - First Cla** lyrics

[Hook] Fell asleep in first cla** Hoes calling my phone, but f** 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 k** 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 b**hes f** 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 n***a head Cause I f** 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 n***a 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 f**in b**hes 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 b**h 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 n***as can't f** 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 b**h sh** I'm first cla** 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 sh**, you know, baller sh**, etc