Lyrics:
Baby mama still the biggest opp
Team of shooters just to keep it locked
Rolls-Royce, you can keep the top
Bag of old money, love to see it rot
Yellow
cheesecake too soon
Old money's better than new
No mention in the latest Tribune
And don't let this happen to you
ones
Got some new money cuz my old 'hunnids wasn't blue
They was dustin' up
Got a new attitude and a clear point of view
Now that you're gone
Every day
burrrt, then it's lights out, I'm spazin' on you right now
Mama's only child, the crack house was my daycare
Ben Franklin got grey hair, see that's that old
gettin' that street cash
Say old money, new work
Smell the caine on my new shirt
My old g said strap up and don't lay your head where you do dirt
And my
You know being with you real amazing
Make me feel like nobody else
The night is young the money's old
Our code of honor that we honor the code
I just
I'm fucking your bitch and her whole crew
These bitches love me, why they hate you?
All of this money coming in blue
Some of my money old and it's
ludicrous
But I'm a need the whole
Thing cold play no play
Old money old plays
Ole jays money don't
Fold back like the old
Days he ain't never gonna
Change
Young man, old man, depending what I’m sold man
Short days, long nights, gotta play ya role man
Old man, young man, depending what I slung man
Money
[The Lonely Island]
Imagine in your mind a posh country club
The stuffy old money where the poor get snubbed
The spread is bland sauerkraut
baddie in the making (Boss)
Checking, spending, got my savings (Money)
He left that old ho for a real one, got some skills he super trill (Yes)
Yeah you
Mitsubishi shit
Getting all this money
I swear that they did not see me shit
Sumo, sumo, sumo, sumo
Sumo, sumo, sumo, sumo
Call me Sosa Sumo
Pull up
duffle
Old money like Frederick Douglass
Big dog it need to be muzzled
I turned my house to a trap house
I turned my house to a trap house
I turned my
pockets dead
Why it feel like time sped
These lines purple my eyes red
These tens pink diamonds white they look like Oxycontin
All this old money stacked up
Well I'm here looking through an old picture frame
Just waiting for the perfect view
I hope something special will step in to my life
Another fine
popped with the shot gun
(Mysonne: Mysonne)
And at the same bodega I got my tops from
(Mysonne: Mysonne)
I give the same old money
stop it
I like cashapp, bitcoin
Old money, new money
Spendin all of yo money
Grants, no loan money
Drip me down Louie
Got me sayin owee
Spending all yo
Haters gon be haters
And that's gone catch up
Just like niggas in ya pockets
Might just die while they watching
Don't worry bout
Old money
New money new
Look, old money turned to new money
Had that dirty money, watch me clean it up (huh)
And even niggas we were beefing see the table
Now they trying
Cash rules everything around me, cream
I got old money, I'm gettin' new money
I just walked out, I'm runnin' through money
You see, he be giving me
bad, fuck 'round take her to the stars
Brand new dash, I got brand new cash
Brand new chick, got her brand new ass
With a lot of old money
crew
(Young Money)
Me and them, that's Young Money
We got old money, if you ain't know, dummy
Bitch, it's my turn, and it's the time around
For me
and hand me my crown
10 Bands on a Apple pay
No fake juice it got a after taste shoe box
To the fucking safe got old money for that
Old case new money for
cigar, old money, when I drop it it's so funny
Six-four switches, slam doors on 6's
Big trucks when I wanna fuck and it's time to get ass
I turn
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