High Class Rap Sh!t Lyrics

Yeah,

Its Cashoutt

And this that high class rap shit baby

I don't really rap

I just pop my shit

In a museum with my bitch

This ain't no average shit

She checking out the art

They checking out my bitch

Curly hair and pretty

And she thicker than some grits

I put her on the wall

Just to flex on all y'all

Walking thru mall

And they ask me do I ball

Bitch I can't dribble

But I went and got a ring

5 on 5

If you catching what I mean

Purple on gold

And Im looking like a king

Brand new Bentley

Seen that bitch up in a dream

Dj through this beat

Like it was Magic to Kareem

I be out working

But I'm barley ever seen

Quiet as a mouse

Cause I'm studying the scene

Soaking up the game

Looking for the truth

Before I spit a word

I counted hundreds

In this booth

Louie V duffle' nigga

All I packed was rubbers

When I touch down

I'm going to yo baby mother's

I ain't gotta call

I just pull up unannounced

Come and get yo kid

And I'm sitting on yo couch

Feet up on the table nigga

I made this my house

You be wife' hoes boy

I just slut em out