M.D.B & T-Money - 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 fuck 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 fuck an exotic brod,that bitch a foreigner
Thought she was going up with a nigga, that bitch be dumb as fuck 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

Written by:
Anthony Drain Jr., Antonio Drain

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