[Emilio Rojas]
Hat all on my head, I-Phone in my side, bad ho in my bed
'85 that I drive, I'm in the dealership daily
Them workers know me there, them saleswomen, they kissing me
Boy, they love me there, I'm scared of d**h and commitment
Yeah, that's my only fear, I can't stick with nothing
Not long enough to just grow a beard, a lot who owe me
But f** it, we never talking boy, better to cut my losses
Cause the conversation cost more, all raw, pre walk in the 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 the Queen s**ing my balls, my team brushing 'em off
We don't wanna be bothered, we be rolling around the city
With some chicks who need they fathers, we riding yeah, we riding
Getting everything provided for, my people smoking till they eyes are sore
Let 'em know, yeah cause everything we touch is cla**ic
We money hungry, only paper will satisfy us
Expensive taste and your bank account's like an appetizer
You asking why your baby see me like a pacifier?
She ain't always drinking and s**ing on me, her a** is crying
I can't deny my life is a blur, I live that high life in the dirt
We stay in the highlight in that perk, my squad tight with that work
But they jobs ain't go no benefits, left, they always pitching
I return and someone sniffing it, it was like they wasn't listening to sh** Big said
Never, never get high on your own supply, f** it
I'm in the public and living a movie scene
My regrets are worth more than your dreams
Move fast y'all, we got cash y'all, we want I-Pads on our dashboards
Get it popping, you never copping, 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 cla**ic, 58 motherf**ing 5 baby
I'm trying to tell ya yeah, everything we touch is cla**ic