Classic

On my hear, iPhone in my side

Bad hoe on my bed, A5 that I drive

I'm in the dealership daily, them workers know me there

And sales women they kissing me before they blow me there

I'm scared to death of commitment yeah that's my only fare

I can't stick with nothing, not long enough to grow a beard

A lot you owe me but fuck it we never talking boy

Better more cut my losses cause the conversation cost more, over

We walk offer

Will 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 sucking my balls

My team brushing them off, we don't wanna be bother

We be rolling round the city with some chicks who need they father

We riding yeah we riding, getting everything provided for

Fuck people, smoking till they eyes are soar

Let them know, yeah

We money hungry, only paper that satisfies us

Expensive taste and your bank account ...

You asking why your baby see me like a pacifier

She ain't always ... and sucking, her ass is crying

My life is a blur, I live that high life in the dirt

You stay a ... my squad type with that work

But they jobs ain't got no benefits

Like they wasn't listening and the shit's been said

Never never get high on your own supply

Fuck it, I'm in a public and living a movie scene

My regrets are worth more than your dreams

Move fast all, we got cash all,

We want iPads on our dashboards

We get it popping you never... you window shop at the...

My women shop at the ... store, they get anything that they need

Yeah, and that's the way it's gonna be,

Everything we touch is classic.