Classic

[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