[Verse 1: T-Pain]
T-Pain ballin' all night, in the ol' school that means white-on-white (nappy-boy)
T-Pain ballin' all night, in the ol' school that be white-on-white
Go deep, my pa**enger side, got a thick b**h I wan her be in my life I'm like
Go deep my pa**enger side got the whole strip club comin' wit me I ain't' lyin, I'm like
In the old school whip, In the old school whip, I got the, desert eagle in the door way, you know that I'm from Florida bay
[Chorus: T-Pain]
So that mean I'm a cla**ic man, any whip from the 50's to the 90's catch me in a cla**ic man, I'm in a Buick with Chevy right behind me riding through Tallaha**ee man, you see a mustang in the street like skeet, doesn't mean I'm a cla**ic man, I'm a cla**ic man
[Verse 2: T-Pain]
I burn through them tires like whoa, paint job shining damn near like gold, my 6-4 sitting on floor low-low, that b**h ain't' nothing like that TT yolo, screamin' yolo switching lanes in that Oldsmobile, 4-fitty-five rubber show gone k**, I'm an old school n***a till I'm gone on the real so you can keep that feeling cos I know it don't feel like it feel when I'm in the old school whip, in the old school whip, I got the, desert eagle in the door way, you know that I'm from Florida bay
[Chorus: T-Pain]
So that mean I'm a cla**ic man, any whip from the 50's to the 90's catch me in a cla**ic man, I'm in a Buick with Chevy right behind me riding through Tallaha**ee man, you see a mustang in the street like skeet, doesn't mean I'm a cla**ic man, I'm a cla**ic man
[Verse 3: Vantrease]
Boss n***a in the 91 Ferrari, headlights flippin' up and down I ain't' sorry, supercharger head on that b**h so retarded, turn the ba** up you'd a thought it was a party (p-p-party yeah), see I'm a cla**ic fan fo-fitty-fo my sh** the fastest man switches on the b**h I put the a** in the sand, low-pro tires look like elastic bands, I just got the new whip, stuntin' in my new whip, I'm hoppin' out my new whip shopping in a tour pick
Cos baby I'm a cla**ic man
[Chorus: T-Pain]
Any whip from the 50's to the 90's catch me in a cla**ic man, I'm in a Buick with Chevy right behind me riding through Tallaha**ee man, you see a mustang in the street like skeet, doesn't mean I'm a cla**ic man, I'm a cla**ic man
[Verse 3: Young Cash]
I'm in the Chevy Impala boy 7-3, dreads hanging out the burb like a palm tree, you see the orange jumpa tag I'm from Florida man, 85 Monte Carlo I restored it man, my whip a cla**ic nobody else has it, an antique like your grandma' couch with the plastic, got the brains blowed out with the diggy dance, candy paint so wet jump this place
[Hook 1: All]
Now to get them forty's, gotta get them forty's (I hope I don't crash it man), and all the moves on me and all the moves on me
[Chorus: T-Pain]
Cos the whip is cla**ic man, any whip from the 50's to the 90's catch me in a cla**ic man, I'm in a Buick with Chevy right behind me riding through Tallaha**ee man, you see a mustang in the street like skeet, doesn't mean I'm a cla**ic man, I'm a cla**ic man
In the old school whip, in the old school whip, I got the, desert eagle in the doorway you know that I'm from Florida Bay so that mean I'm a cla**ic man-man-man