Nick Juice - Class in Session Lyrics

Real pimp, Ion need no f*cking limp in my walk
Count up cash, real fast, all I know is bag talk
All you talk is cash money but you a financial dummy
Writing checks you ain't gone cash, I guess yo money funny
I embraced the hate, cause shit it made me famous
Folks steady talking on my name but yet they claim that they nameless
That shit don't add up or make sense I guess I'm A-List
And after this your favorite DJ gotta add me in his playlist
I'm prolly f*cking on your baby
She just hit my line and she talm bout having babies
Know some niggas from the 'ville, yeah that be hating
Prolly cause I ride through their city like I made it
Feel like Derrick Henry, you in my way gotta run you over
Why y'all hating on me, must be scared I'ma takeover
You done woke the beast up have ya shawty bring me a cup of Foldgers
And shortly after, you know that I had to, gone and fold her
Money taller than the Eiffel, look up to me I'm an idol
Skinny as a rifle, load up my 12-gauge disciple
Make an example out of a rival, Tell him beat it like he Michael
Niggas crying cause I got the title, pussyboy get off your cycle... aye
F*ck a first class, I ain't even go to that motherf*cker
Bread winner, young nigga, and I always been a hustler
All Money In, No Money Out, bitch and we gone forever hustle
And I built all this by myself so let me gone flex a muscle
F*ck a first class, I ain't even go to that motherf*cker
Bread winner, young nigga, and I always been a hustler
All Money In, No Money Out, bitch and we gone forever hustle
And I built all this by myself so let me gone flex a muscle
The only reason it's still your season, you good at hiding my nigga
But we all know that you a lame underneath that disguise my nigga
The only way that you get off is by telling lies my nigga
But I'ma just sit back laugh and watch your demise my nigga
Is that a bird, or a plane, no... I'm the sky my nigga
And I prolly just rained melodies in your hoe my nigga
These folks is riding my wave cause I'm the tide my nigga
So come again, I aint' comprehend yo threat this time my nigga
Naw... I'ma pull ya card
That bitch boy a fraud
Silver spoon niggas ain't hard
And I put that shit on God
These niggas ain't getting no dough
You just like to do shit for show
He running up to fight me
Just to get stopped by his hoe
She holding you back
That's how I know I could take your hoe
And your bro not even hard
So what he got on a vest for
Y'all hoes ain't ready for war
All y'all know how to do is pose
And you say you strapped up
But ain't gone squeeze no trigger though
Unless it's twitter fingers, them boys talk shit on the internet
But when they see me in public, all of a sudden, they not into that
Damn Nick, I respect you bro...
I wasn't even coming at you though
Yeah nigga f*ck all that
You just another bitch ass hoe
F*ck a first class, I ain't even go to that motherf*cker
Bread winner, young nigga, and I always been a hustler
All Money In, No Money Out, bitch and we gone forever hustle
And I built all this by myself so let me gone flex a muscle
F*ck a first class, I ain't even go to that motherf*cker
Bread winner, young nigga, and I always been a hustler
All Money In, No Money Out, bitch and we gone forever hustle
And I built all this by myself so let me gone flex a muscle
That's real shit
I'm in this bitch
Your hoe call me, Nick
Nick Juice, Nick Juice, Nick Juice, Nick Juice
Play the next song
Bitch