Lyrics:
the shoulders
get money count money stack money
clean money dirty money pack money
show money new money old money
Venmo Cryptos mo money
i just want my count
in
Swerve
Old money, new money
It doesn't matter as long as I make a fan happy
Shit funny I'm food running
The money made lesser than the price paid
Success
money
Little old bitch, fuck old money
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
That's the sound of a God
like I'm Jesus
(Uh, huh)
Old money same age as Regis (For real)
But that shit long like R kelly (R kelly)
Fuck around and put shots in your belly
Told
Pulling up old school new shoes pulling out old money new jewels old bitch but to you
She new country nigga fit Carolina blue rose gold specks eyes
too much of him
They all thought he acted funny
The old man didn't care about people anyway
All he cared about was his money.
He'd stuff it all down
cameras high
I got that street sound, I'm gettin to it and I'm fly
Everything I got is sick, illest man alive
Old money is my lady, new money is my
titties out
Mention my name and bring the whole city out
Doin' what I do best, d-boy stuntin'
New car, old money, d-boy stuntin'
Step in cleaner then
titties out
Mention my name and bring the whole city out
Doin' what I do best, d-boy stuntin'
New car, old money, d-boy stuntin'
Step in cleaner then
like fish fillet
She drop it low and then she give me face
Its the same shit but a different day
And my money old like a bay bay
Hunnit dolla bills
what you want me to do
I'm your private dancer, a dancer for money
And any old music will do
I want to make a million dollars
I want to live out by
slow money, 'cause it's better than no money
I only crap out when I play with your money
You know Huddy, still sittin' on old money
I only hang wit
Like a volcano I finally blew
Got that old money and that brand new
Sworn on the counter fuck the price I'm
Only gonna wear it once anyway
I can't wear
she cleanin' up her house, mop in her hand
It's how I changed the game, now you understand?
I got that old money, weak rubber bands
Cats playin'
no
Choppa got a kick bitch, no dojo
Bitch who is this? Got a new phone
Money old as hell, no group home
Fuck one M bitch I got a few of those
She know
Rage Rov
Cash Money, Young Money, ho that money age old
And can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove
Sorry mami I be stoned, I be, I be, I be
them bitches break they neck, yeah watch us
I got ten watches with me, yeah watches(woo)
I'm rolling off a jump man over y'all
I got money old money
Willin’
Let the gat squeeze, like fresh lemons
Old money but I need more like Demi
Raw like Eddie, keep a sidekick Semmi
Shit bang, you going dumb i’m going
SCHOOL PROMO GUY,
DIRTY MO-NEY FRONT-MAN
OLD SCHOOL PROMO GUY,
CHECK YOUR NOSE IT’S RUNIN’ ( SNIFF)
OLD SCHOOL PROMO GUY
NOTHING BUT A LOW CLASS TRICK
tonk, same old song
Honky tonk, my money's all gone
Honky tonk, she done me wrong
I turned and I tossed
And I couldn't go to sleep
'Cause the band
jeweler
Trynna get my money long
Like a ruler
But I got old money too
Like a cougar
And I be thumbing thru the bread
Like trynna make a sandwich
I just met
(Gucci)
If I'm walkin' out the mall, I just blew hunnids
I'm well acquainted with Benjamin, you never knew hunnid
I got old money, I want new hunnids
They
and said that this was your cousin
Shit, I should have known when you stole money
Bitch called the cops and rolled on me
So good, I got old money
To lay
dig?
[Young hustler:]
You're just talkin shit
[Old hustler:]
I had all the money man, I was the man...
Where you goin Sam? Hold up, hold up
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