Yeah, Timcence, mm yea

I need my girls classy

I need whips classy

I need ma friends

(Chorus)

I need my girl classy, ma girl classy

My friends classy, my friends classy

While my money stacking, while my money stacking

And my whip classy, and my whip

I need my girl classy, ma girl classy

My friends classy, my friends classy

While my money stacking, while my money stacking

And my whip classy, and my whip

(Verse 1)

I need my girl certified as a freak

She gotta be that type cutting weight and slim

The kind who be wearing Prada like Kim on the met gala

The type who pause comfortably on red carpet for some pictures

I need classy friends, I need the ones looking so fly and flashy when they drip

Cut off all that, I need friends who’re all about the grind, who wanna win

It ain’t about designers I got dreams bigger, I need to recruit some niggas

Follow me as I lead the path, I’m your leader

We got flights let us catch

I need my guapo stacked up, no skips allowed everyday a stack day

Eyes blinded with success you might think the vision ain’t clear at all

I need to sleep in the condo you attached to the ghetto can’t stop, can’t skip my daydream

I done painted all I need

(Chorus)

I need my girl classy, ma girl classy

My friends classy, my friends classy

While my money stacking, while my money stacking

And my whip classy, and my whip

I need my girl classy, ma girl classy

My friends classy, my friends classy

While my money stacking, while my money stacking

And my whip classy, and my whip

(Verse 2)

Off from my sleep mode, need a cup of coffee that’s the grind code

I’m onna grind mode, you lazy niqqas will never afford

I stand on my ten toes, I’ll never be broke I said it already

I believe in the power of manifesting, ima get all the shit that I need

I need a car with class, no regular whips like Honda

You bothered by how it’ll come, I’m on another realm they don’t get it

You niqqas sick thinking I’m stupid, they gotta be out they mind

All I see, they sitting and waiting for opportunities that’ll never come

Manifesting be the real deal, add smart moves call me genius

5, 10, 20 homies in the squad same goal, same industry

20 foot prints stamped on the ground, one direction, one leader

You might think we finna get lost, we 20 man army

(Chorus)

I need my girl classy, ma girl classy

My friends classy, my friends classy

While my money stacking, while my money stacking

And my whip classy, and my whip

I need my girl classy, ma girl classy

My friends classy, my friends classy

While my money stacking, while my money stacking

And my whip classy, and my whip

I need my girls classy

I need whips classy

I need ma friends classy