Stylacho

There they go, all the critics, 'cause
I had a few drinks and last night I got wasted
Stop being so nosy
If I spend my millions
Don’t worry about my old man
They can’t stand to see me chill
Jealous of my style, better said, my stylacho

And the stylacho that I rock
Is the stylacho that they can’t handle
And the stylacho that I rock
That’s my stylacho
And the stylacho that I rock
Is the stylacho that they can’t handle
And the stylacho that I rock
That’s my stylacho

Here we go, my dude!
Looking good, looking good
Happy, happy (yeah, uh)

I live life my way (hey)
I do what I want whenever I want and I
Don’t bow down to anyone
I buy whatever I want
I carry cash in my wallet
Don’t worry about my old man
They can’t stand to see me chill
Jealous of my style, better said, my stylacho

And the stylacho that I rock
Is the stylacho that they can’t handle
And the stylacho that I rock
That’s my stylacho
And the stylacho that I rock
Is the stylacho that they can’t handle
And the stylacho that I rock
That’s my stylacho