FIRST CLASS (part. Recycled J)

I do it for you first, I’ll never forget
That you took me to heaven and I don’t wanna come down
Now that I’ve lost my fear, I’m feeling so anxious
I don’t know what’s gonna happen to me if you’re not around

The table’s full of gold and butter
A slap and I’ll take off your mask
I drop the top to look at the stars
But I’m checking out your tits
I’m waiting for you, smoking at the finish line
Turn up the bass, I’m down for the ride
Everyone copied my hairstyle
That’s why I shaved it off like Beckham
First class, straight cash
Jet lag, from Barajas to LAX, ah
Fakes, original gangsta
I’m hitting the party but you’re not there
If you leave, I won’t miss you
'Cause less of less is more
They talk, we do
I’ve got no brakes, gas-gas, gas

I step out clean and fresh
Jump in the Corvette, 0 to 100 in 3
Decked out in leather, Avirex
If my exes text me, double check (read)
Business class heading to Mexico
Drinking Guinness, zero stress
I do in one life what you do in three (in three)
In a bit what you do in a month
I’m walking through the hood with a tough guy face
The neighbor says she saw me on TV yesterday (no, no)
Another million, and if not, no deal
I may not know much, but I know this well
Waor, Natos, and Rechiclato
Better looking and cooler than cheap (yeah)

The crème de la crème, first class (yeah)
I’ve got the pedigree, the caviar (yeah, yeah)
In the VIP I spent a grand, and at the after, 2k (ah)
My hotel has seven stars
And she wants to sleep in it, yeah
It’s so hard being Recycled J
First class isn’t made for me
I’m so Carabanchel, still from the transfer to the suite
And still, you love it, +100,000 aura
I close the deal with a handshake
C'est fini, for you, for me, let’s go (go, go, go, go, go, go)

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