[Emilio Rojas] Hat all on my head, IPhone on my side Bad hoe in my bed, 85 that I drive Im in the dealership daily, them workers know me there Them saleswomen, they kissin me, boy, they loathe me there Im scared of death and commitment, yeah, thats my only fear I cant stick with nothin, not long enough to just grow a beard A lot who owe me but fuck it, we never talkin boy Better of me to cut my losses cause the conversation cost more All raw, three wall crib and they got them all new hard floors A modern pharaoh, my tomb would need a garage door New York in my blood, your girlfriend in my car So many pounds in my jeans, its like your queen suckin my balls My team brushing em off, we dont wanna be bothered We be rollin around the city with some chicks who need they fathers We ridin yeah, we ridin, gettin everything provided for My people smokin till they eyes are sore Let em know, yeah cause everything we touch is classic, classic We money hungry, only paper will satisfy us Expensive taste and your bank accounts like an appetizer You askin why your baby see me like a pacifier? She aint always drinkin and suckin on me, her ass is cryin I cant deny, my life is a blur I live that high life in the dirt We stayin high, lightin the purp My squad tight with that work but they jobs aint go no benefits Left, they always pitchin, I return and someone sniffin it Its like they wasnt listenin to shit Big said Never, never get high on your own supply, fuck it Im in the public and livin a movie scene My regrets are worth more than your dreams Move fast yall, we got cash yall We want IPads on our dashboards Get it poppin, you never coppin You window shop at the Mac store My women shop at the Mac store They get anything that they need Yeah and thats the way its gonna be, yeah, yeah Everything we touch is classic, 58 motherfuckin 5 baby Im tryna tell ya, everything we touch is classic
classic, suckin, yeah, saleswoman, everything