Men of Class

I hop out on some fancy shit With four, five, bad bitches panickin Nigga I ain't answering, so don't ask me shit And if she not a bad bitch then I ain't gonna hit And if her ass known to spit then she can taste the dick The bitch was staring at my whip, she know that I'm the shit I beat the pussy till I'm whipped and then I'm gonna dip Straight back to crunch time nigga, I ain't talking chips This blood brothers two Y'all know what we came to do I don't want none of your money, less your money blue And how those any of your bitches, they ain't come with you Your bitches came with me, they came with M.D.B They know it cost to be the boss, I said this shit ain't free They know I'm hot as the exhaust, so when I spit it's steam I like my money blue, you like your bitches green I like my bitches mean, I don't want them nice I like em with a attitude, so I can f*ck her right I give her act right, when she act wrong Hit her ass from the back, I'm fucking up her backbone I hop out on some classy shit with five, six, bad bitches answering I like to handle them, they like to handle me They hold this dick like handle bars, get your hands off me Known to f*ck an exotic brod,that bitch a foreigner Thought she was going up with a nigga, that bitch be dumb as f*ck And she pop that pussy for a nigga when I tell her to She down for the money way before I even got to nut This blood brothers two Y'all know what we came to do Them niggas think they got the sauce, well I got the juice And Harley ass like a magician make them niggas, poof I hop out on some fancy shit with four five, bad bitches panicking Nigga I ain't answering so don't ask me shit And if she not a bad bitch then I ain't gonna hit I hop out on some gangster shit with nine, ten, bad bitches gambling My bitch a classy bitch, nails and toes did You don't want this shit, so don't take me there Mr. Money I'm that nigga on some cocky shit Cocky dick, let's see how deep you take this shit Glossy lips, that shit get you a facial bitch Super thick, I gotta see who her mama is I hop out on some classy shit Fashion hit, designer on my ass and kicks Ass and tits, I'm smiling like a big ass kid Dab my wrist, then put it down and smack your bitch It's blood brothers two Nigga we came here for you and you If you move I'ma up the stick and drop your crew I got shorty trying to bless me like I said ahh chew I hop out on some classy shit Fashion hit, designer on my ass and kicks Ass and tits, I'm smiling like a big ass kid Dab my wrist, then put it down and smack your bitch I'm the one that at my lowest I'm always going to make it happen Cause he's clapping I'm bout action I don't never do no acting I can front you off the hand but best believe I want that back end Nigga best believe I want that back end I hop out on some fancy shit with four, five, bad bitches panicking Nigga I ain't answering so don't ask me shit And if she not a bad bitch then I ain't gonna hit