We Got Panache

We Got Panache Lyrics

You know we got panache Spendin mad cash money money and we real bad ass Style, sass, gettin mad cash keepin it under wraps Pizazz and class we sit in the back You know we got panache style, sass Gettin mad ass keepin it under glass Pizazz and class we kiss in the back Spittin mad trash honey honey and we real bad ass You know we got panache we gettin mad cash Paid a dime a second like Diamond Dave and Damon Dash It's ironic how erotic my robotic sonnets get girls in bonnets hot like Harry Connicks Sick on gin and tonics we super sonic hook you on our phonics I spit sonic gas classy psychopath psychotic iconoclast I got an iconic ass Never stoppin it sock electronic sh*t allotted the whole club up when we spotted it And if we wanted it fill it with men and spawn and sh*t Learned Ebonics by erotic ebony dick and Mantronix High ballin cat callin no alcohol yo we all suck on a straw Ain't nothing wrong with it lets get the party started sh*t let's get it on and hit Never do look back OK papa? A certain Je ne sais quoi at the bar I hit it raw never do look back unless we like what we saw 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 Spin wax make tracks we laid laid back, ladies get laid and stay up late at that Do my makeup in the mirror while I sit up on your face Mad kissable it's difficult aristicral princess for instance we invincible never divisible make We paid great and when we don't got dates dig in the crates eat steak and masturbate Now we getting critical mass sass pinnacle like the citadel not minimal we hospitable you invisible Strip malls to big balls 'n concert halls New York Dolls taggin up bathroom stalls Kit in each car Kittens with Kit Kat bars kickin etiquette from Connecticut to Zanzibar We All-Stars make folly North down to Raleigh We allowed on his trolley Follow me suck lollys down in Bali all enthralled dollies arty as Dali And when Mr. Rodgers calls me-