You want it you need it, I got it, (cause this is how it's going down) you want you need it, I got it
They call me Mr. negativity, call it how I see, yes I'm back in the vicinity
Bringing what you need plus all of the amenities
Know what you can say to thee, running the mill, running the drill, none of it's real, celebrity
I don't let any of it get to me, I am more mystery mentally or physically,
Yeah I've seen the bright lights ever so vividly
Party with the star types and mingle with the industry
But geez, we don't need another hero, I relate to real people, not these self centered weirdo's
Flame boiling wannabe, o so flashy, if you ask me that really isn't classy
You never see me with my sunglasses on in the club dancing on the tables to my old song, getting buzzed
And you never see me with a couple bottles of Chris trying to pick up on a chick
Like bitch you want this? That ain't classy!
The radio's playing my song, and I got a record that put me on,
But I still stay classy, still stay classy, still stay classy, I'm a do what I gotta do annnnd
If you're not believing this song enough to hate them, don't care what they're saying, I ain't changing
That ain't classy, that ain't classy, that ain't classy, that ain't classy.
Oh, hey yo, my daily insecurities caught me locked down like I'm sitting in security
Getting locked down and it never did occurred to me, it presented perfectly verbally
My certainties could turn into my currencies, you never see my shirt wide open
With the chest hair blowing in the wind I know it
You never see me lose it trying to justify my music
At award shows cause I didn't win I know it
I'm adamant I won't become extravagant cause you're my management
And the guys are I travel with they havening
I'm just an average man who happen to have a plan
That might have the fun of who I am to attract the fan
And don't be mad cause I never pop bottles
I don't waste for money I save my money returnin' pop bottles
Don't hate, wait, I ain't trying to say, I'm trying to get pay
I'm trying to work to earn money I make, that's classy.
The radio's playing my song, and I got a record that put me on,
But I still stay classy, still stay classy, still stay classy, I'm a do what I gotta do annnnd
If you're not believing this song enough to hate them, don't care what they're saying, I ain't changing
That ain't classy, that ain't classy, that ain't classy, that ain't classy.
You want it you need it, I got it, (cause this is how it's going down) you want you need it, I got it.
Yeah, now I'm the one making many beats, pumping in the trunk
I'm the one smoking many trees, puffing in the club
I'm the one getting loose, Friday night, having fun
Spilling drinks on the wifey when I'm a little drunk
That's classy. I guess I'm the ultimatum and as ga'll are aware I'm often hating cause they're all relating
And I don't feel offended, everyone can say them piece
I just really hate pretending so all you get is me, that's classy.
The radio's playing my song, and I got a record that put me on,
But I still stay classy, still stay classy, still stay classy, I'm a do what I gotta do annd
If you're not believing this song enough to hate them, don't care what they're saying, I ain't changing
That ain't classy, that ain't classy, that ain't classy, that ain't classy
You want it you need it, I got it, (cause this is how it's going down) you want you need it, I got it.