First out the gate last back to class,
Baby, you got that super bass
The white working class is the majority, the upper class,
She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash
Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,
But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas
Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food
Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot
'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path
I ain't even really need that shop class
Why did i take this class/
Private plane tsa can kiss my ass
On a whole different class
No one-half and i hate math
Instead of being in class
I can get straight to the cash
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