Classy b*tch lyrics

[Intro]
Kilo made this

[Chorus: LBS Kee'vin]
I like 'em red, fresh out of college
She ain't finna f*ck she ain't got no mileage
Off white drip, she don't need no stylist
Just got a degree, still work at [?]
Classy b*tch but I like her body
Bad lil b*tch, she so exotic
Scrolling on her IG, she know where to find me
But I'm tryna picture how she ride it
I met her in the club, we the only n*ggas in here giving out dubs
You gotta be a baller, she ain't giving out hugs
I'm a big dog, baby you ain't f*cking with a scrub
Big crib on the hill, Versace on the rug
When I walk up in the building еverybody show me love
Corvеtte go "vroom," make the thot give it up

[Verse 1: LBS Kee'vin]
I'm so sick and tired of these basic hoes
They don't know how to f*ck me
But I bet you do, I put you in a figure four
It look like we wrestling
Twelve on my ass, I been trapping in different clothes
You go through my messages
Why is you scrolling and looking at different hoes?
All them b*tches irrelevant
I got ten bands, I'm tryna f*ck right now
She want love, don't wanna cuff right now
Got one in a head tell me who wanna fight now
VIP in the club, n*gga you won't pipe down
Be quiet, real G's move in silence
I find that sh*t real ironic
I was ducking bad boys selling narcotics
Now I pull up in a X6 big body
n*ggas owe me money, better pay me by Friday
I still trap b*tch, what you need? I got it
Big bank roll can't fit in my pocket
I'm the plug, chop a black belt karate
New Q8, let's f*ck in the Audi
[?] if it don't make a profit
Them n*ggas that be killing sh*t, I keep 'em right beside me
[?]
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I like a red b*tch one hundred
Boss b*tch who run it
Good di*k, she run it
I play with her mind, got her c*mming
She said "When we getting this money?"
In other words she ain't no dummy
The whip at least a hundred
Cash, no lease, you know how she coming
I like 'em bad
I like the type of b*tch come with a bag
Not the type that's just gon' beg for a bag
And that ass stupid , but she still got class
Running up a sack, She just like a quarterback
Hair down her back, ain't no telling if it's [?]
Rich n*ggas only type of n*ggas she attract
Shorty got a check, that's a motherf*cking fact
Look like heaven when you hit it from the back
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I ain't never seen ass bounce like that
She's the type of b*tch never bounce no check
Lips so fat, cat so wet
n*gga gon' try to wife that off back
Send her overseas gotta snash in the back
So what if the thighs and her ass don't match
[Chorus: LBS Kee'vin]
I like 'em red, fresh out of college
She ain't finna f*ck she ain't got no mileage
Off white drip, she don't need no stylist
Just got a degree, still work at [?]
Classy b*tch but I like her body
Bad lil b*tch, she so exotic
Scrolling on her IG, she know where to find me
But I'm tryna picture how she ride it
I met her in the club, we the only n*ggas in here giving out dubs
You gotta be a baller, she ain't giving out hugs
I'm a big dog, baby you ain't f*cking with a scrub
Big crib on the hill, Versace on the rug
When I walk up in the building everybody show me love
Corvette go "vroom," make the thot give it up