We Got Panache

Get on the phone

Maybe it's dandy, but diamonds might get you laid

Back at ya, let's do this

Back at ya, let's do this

You know we got panache, style, sass

Getting mad cash keeping it under wraps

Pizazz and class we sit in the back

Spending mad cash money, money, and we real badass

You know we got panache style, sass

Getting mad ass keeping it under glass

Pizazz and class we kiss in the back

Spitting mad trash honey, honey, and we real badass

You know we got panache, we gettin' mad cash

Paid a dime a second like Diamond Dave and Damon Dash

I spit sonic gas, classy psychopath

Psychotic iconoclast, I got an iconic ass

It's ironic how erotic my robotic sonnets

Get girls in bonnets hot like Harry Connicks

Sick on gin and tonics, we supersonic hook you on our phonics

Learned Ebonics by erotic ebony dick and Mantronix

Never stopping it, sock electronic shit

Allotted the whole club up when we spotted it

And if we wanted it, fill it with men and spawn and shit

Ain't nothing wrong with it, let's get the party started

Shit, let's get it on and hit, uh

High ballin', cat callin', no alcohol yo, we all suck on a straw

A certain Je ne sais quoi at the bar

I hit it raw, never do look back unless we like what we saw

Never do look back unless we like what we saw

Never do look back, okay, papa?

You know we got panache, style, sass

Getting mad cash keeping it under wraps

Pizazz and class we sit in the back

Spending mad cash money, money, and we real badass

You know we got panache style, sass

Getting mad ass keeping it under glass

Pizazz and class we kiss in the back

Spitting mad trash honey, honey, and we real badass

On the case like Steve Case estates like Oprah's place

Savoir faire and grace every hair in place

Here's a taste no time to waste

Do my makeup in the mirror while I sit up on your face, ha-ha