Lyrics

[Intro] (Welcome to 1st Class) Yeah, yeah (Bhristo, talk to 'em slime) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah [Chorus] Hop in that 'Vette and I'm crashin' it Walk in the spot like, "What's happenin'?" I know they hear when the bag is in I got the stick, hit 'em, no flaggin' My shooter toe taggin' I did the walkthrough for a backend I've been tryna get 'em tapped in This ain't a movie, why you actin'? Glock on me, never lackin' My money everlastin' All that talk, you just yappin' I'm at thе bank laughin' (Ha) Doing music with a passion She asking, "What's the fashion?" (Whoa) Hop in the coupе, go the fastest Ain't no free features, why you askin'? [Verse] Hop on the court like a Blazer, Glock on me got a laser (Yeah) Wake up and count up the paper, in the Hellcat, see you later (Yeah) Stick on me, not a taser, that boy, he think I'm a fader (Yeah) We finna line that lil' boy like a taper Big ol' crib, got a hundred acres (Yeah) We finna wipe his nose I know his girl on go, fasho (Fasho) My brother whippin' that bowl (Hurt) He had to make it my way, I know (I know) You don't even see how it go (Yeah, oh) I'm in the A smokin' on this dro (Yeah, yeah) You see my neck and it glow (Yeah, yeah, ha) Black and white diamonds, lookin' like Po (Lookin' like Po) [Chorus] Hop in that 'Vette and I'm crashin' it Walk in the spot like, "What's happenin'?" I know they hear when the bag is in I got the stick, hit 'em, no flaggin' My shooter toe taggin' I did the walkthrough for a backend I've been tryna get 'em tapped in This ain't a movie, why you actin'? Glock on me, never lackin' My money everlastin' All that talk, you just yappin' I'm at the bank laughin' (Ha) Doing music with a passion She asking, "What's the fashion?" (Whoa) Hop in the coupe, go the fastest Ain't no free features, why you askin'? [Verse] Hop on the court like a Blazer, Glock on me got a laser (Yeah) Wake up and count up the paper, in the Hellcat, see you later (Yeah) Stick on me, not a taser, that boy, he think I'm a fader (Yeah) We finna line that lil' boy like a taper Big ol' crib, got a hundred acres (Yeah) We finna wipe his nose I know his girl on go, fasho (Fasho) My brother whippin' that bowl (Hurt) He had to make it my way, I know (I know) You don't even see how it go (Yeah, oh) I'm in the A smokin' on this dro (Yeah, yeah) You see my neck and it glow (Yeah, yeah, ha) Black and white diamonds, lookin' like Po (Lookin' like Po) [Outro] Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)