Classic

Lyrics

[Emilio Rojas] Hat all on my head, IPhone on my side Bad hoe in my bed, '85 that I drive I'm in the dealership daily, them workers know me there Them saleswomen, they kissin' me, boy, they loathe me there I'm scared of death and commitment, yeah, that's my only fear I can't 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, it's like your queen suckin' my balls My team brushing 'em off, we don't 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 account's like an appetizer You askin' why your baby see me like a pacifier? She ain't always drinkin' and suckin' on me, her ass is cryin' I can't 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 ain't go no benefits Left, they always pitchin', I return and someone sniffin' it It's like they wasn't listenin' to shit Big said Never, never get high on your own supply, fuck it I'm in the public and livin' a movie scene My regrets are worth more than your dreams Move fast y'all, we got cash y'all 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 that's the way it's gonna be, yeah, yeah Everything we touch is classic, 58 motherfuckin' 5 baby I'm tryna tell ya, everything we touch is classic