Make It Classy - Talib Kweli, Z-Trip, Z Trip

Make it classy, make it classy

Pick yourself up off the floor and make it classy

Make it classy, make it classy

You now rocking with the best, I make it nasty

Way too dirty to be washed up

You need a spotter, get your bars up

I know you famous, I will run up on a star, what!

Fronting on me the quickest way to get starstruck

Half of y’all hating on me, half of y’all waiting on me

I make money, money don’t make me

You chase money while I make money chase me

Stick to the bottom line like the bass, bass, bass

Get your face girl, why you after that dude?

No, ain’t nobody that cute

You got a face for radio

Look around, you gotta face the ratio

Don’t let these Brooklyn niggas cold reach ya

What they keeping in the creases of exclusive 'Lo pieces

Got it bouncing like (fat titty)

Try to rap with me, it’s a wrap city

Rap city, bitch, rap rap city bitch

Dejour, Joe Clair, Big Tigger shit

Throw your money in the air if you nigga rich

Stop that stupid ass shit, you kids getting big

Studio at the crib got a nigga rigged

Weed loud, rude, inconsiderate

On the Bradley Cooper, I’m limitless

Faster than a state trooper, I get it in

Four dudes, one bottle, that’ll never win

Fly girls at the rope, homie let 'em in

Shorty make 'em pitch a tent like a

All in the conversation, meddling

That’s when the wondering eyes start settling

Savage, savage, ooh gentlemen

Word to God, got a look so devilish

This a fourth quarter shot and I never miss

Swish, nothing, but, net

Swish, nothing, but, net

Swish, nothing, but, net

Swish, nothing, but, net

Half of y’all hating on me, half of y’all waiting on me

I make money, money don’t make me

You chase money while I make money chase me

Stick to the bottom line like the bass, bass, bass…