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[feat. Big Sean & B.o.B] [Hook:] Fell asleep in first class Hoes callin' my phone but fuck it I get to 'em when I land And I ain't 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 4′s: check These women know, What I'm on (What I'm on) [Verse 1: Wale] Look, doing life from the 36th floor Tryna renovate the game, I ain't happy with the score Hol' up Insubordinate for good reason As I coordinate the perfect feature Uhh, a working genius, a work of art That's how I see it Cause I can bring you to your dreams like Salvia Holiday season, Obama's good neighbour I ain't talkin to neither but got comma's in my statement My bitches fuck me good Letras de cancionesIn 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 Gabbana stuntin' A young nigga love it Why ya'll be gettin' mad We only gettin' money [Hook] [Verse 2: Big Sean] Okay today I was the freshest in my area Freshest in the neighbourhood Freshest in America Fuckin bitches chasing paper I feel like I'm alterior Boi, I'm historical I cause the hysteria Ok, what's 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 Lightin' reef up like it's the holiday season Woah there, woah there, these niggas can't fuck 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 let's make it a good night But they say we ain't BIG Turn us to a Suge Knight Let's 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] [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 [Hook] From Letras Mania