Lyrics:
I will not stop till I'm comfortable
Counting this money feels wonderful
Little nigga got the 4 on him
Right now he feels so untouchable
Have you
money and it's all for free
It fascinates me
We should be lovers now
Your love grew old
Cold it feels like ice again
There goes another man
Lay it down
sold lets keep it real
Most y'all killers ain't even twenty- two years old
Ain't never felt the cold wet behind the ears
Know what real pain is cried
two
Touch more, taste a glass of oil
Flash yours rae
Money we saw, left em dead on the door, dick
Rots look chunky on the index
Straight up, lee
Back in the old days I remember well
Rock 'n Roll sessions at Motopos hotel
Had a duck tail haircut and blue suede shoes
When the army got me it was
Money got low so I sold cocaine
Lot of niggas turn snake, I can't
All these niggas move fake, I can't, Uh hu
Still trapping out a old rental
I just made
those
Boy, all that cuffin' you should be a P.O
So much designer shit that I can give away clothes
All these new niggas, all that shit rappin' is old
I gave the nice lady this old credit card of mine
She said I'm sorry, son, your credit card has been declined
I know we owe too much money - it's
and on beat, old school like beat street
I stink like pop's feet, make sweat wit no heat
Verse two: timbaland
I'm up on this track, like pam grier in movies
drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your soul
Naw man, mad people was frontin'
Aw
Ain't going back to my old ways
Ain't going back to the old days
N**** I'm tryna get paid
N**** I just got a check today
Ain't going back to my old
THAT OLD CLICHE. THERE ARE CERTAIN OBLIGATIONS YOU JUST CAN'T SHIRK, YOU'VE GOT TO PUT THE HEAT ON TO MAKE THE KETTLE PERK; AND IF YOU WANT IT TO BE
you know
Ridin' rims real good down Old National
It's trappable, two bed, Jacuzzi bath, it's natural
Puttin' cheese in the stash, un-taxable
Money on the way you can’t tell her nothing
Attitude cold yea she way too feisty
Tryna pay for love but her heart too pricey
Tryna show her love but she
the D's
Oh, you're gonna want to freak me, freak me
Only if you're old enough, baby
Eighteen and over or sixteen and under
Oh, but how I wonder, I
a three-year-old kid in my hood
Know what a gun do
Sha Money, XL! Shadyville, teamwork, music
problem, I bet you niggas am a be back bustin but you won't notice me when that gat dumpin, you wana bet?
I lost money when I bet on Roy, won money when I
Old school Chevy faster den a silver bullet.
Strawberry paint seats vanilla puddin'
Two bitches goin' at each other pussy.
Top chopped sent da car
like an old dude
So brash damn you so rude
Fuck ya feelings that’s the whole mood
I use to fuck with Tatiana
She like em big so you know I had to find
Udigg what I'm sayin
All hundreds I'm a count it fast
Yeah
Wanted money, I couldn't enjoy a class
Yeah
I'm a big old player I got it from my dad
Yeah
tonight
I got to leave while the getting is right
I got the places to see, people to meet
And I'm a headin' on down the street
A-when I get to old New
We might call an old friend up,
An' lay an old grudge down
Tell somebody that we love that we love 'em
We might turn a wrong to right,
Shine
love has put me on the shelf
The dirty old viper jumped salty on me
If he didn't want me he didn't have to lie
The day I see him, that's the day he'll
( Hook )
Old News, this bitch she old news
Goin Through, don't know what I'm goin through
Post To, I do what I'm post to
Goin Shoot, Nigga I'm
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