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clean..
Loose bitches in tight jeans
Old money and crack fiends.. was a fetish..
Before Guliani got into office and deaded shit
Fuck it.. I'm livin' my life
and hands clean..
Loose bitches in tight jeans
Old money and crack fiends.. was a fetish..
Before Guliani got into office and deaded shit
Fuck it.. I'm livin'
I got old money, take a bath in hundreds
My way or the highway and
I see traffic comin'
It's Tunechi in this ho
Watch them hoes go crazy
Pass that
a fad
I'm stacking old money, nigga I was built to last
Got me smoking loud, drowning out the baby cries
Reminiscing, getting high, my first time was
but I got to watch my weight 
I treat the track like a bad pen 
I have ill thoughts 
And I got that old money 
From London to Italy 
Romania to France
, will have your main bitch leaking your lo
I ain't rushing but I'm coming for everything that I'm owed
New money is getting old, old money is growing mold
don't bark
I bite i get it done, I'm the one
Put the bread in the bun
See I got old money, but my game is young
Money, baby came with funds
They give it
People didn't think 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
Consults the old man clutching money in his hand. 
And with a shrug, 
The old man smiled, 
Took the money, left the farmer wild. 
And the changes of no
too gold, she like gluuueee
All that money old
All that money blue

And that pussy perfect too
Yeah that body perfect too
Imma be on it
Imma be worth it
it on a diet
These niggas say they fly
Well that makes me the pilot
Old money new money
Don't care still got paper
If y'all don't like to see me ball
member of society, huh!
I just need a little of that old money

Gimme ninety nine, yea
Well, I can't shake it off of my back
God damn monkey
Aw, it's
Motorcross bike, yuh
We don't fist fight
Chopper real life
Double seal tight
Detroit got me right
Piccolo green it's millions, and the old money got
bike, yuh we don't fist fight
Chopper real light double seal tight
This drank got me right
Piccolo green it's millions
And the old money got mildew
Kick
with the same black gloves on
Yea, what you saying to it?
Old money look new money go do it
Make 'em turn around in their lane like a U-ey
And I'm
you that you would be mine
Rockstar Bentley seat mine on recline
Oh damn clutchin' that iron
My 4 pockets swollen
Money so old got mold on it
Money so
niggas need to take the new need to own something
Y’all ain’t own nothing,
But the jewelry, the cars, videos, the clothes and that old money
Yeah how
repaying
I cant let life have me stuck in a loop
That old money cool
But i want something new
Call the family of town let them Know i'm coming through
I need
old hunnid
I been money since a jit bitch I got old money

It don't matter how long it takes
It's worth the wait
I can elevate your taste
Put you in
like
Good old money in the bank

Money

All these faces and all these places
Don't mean nothing like money in the bank
Don't mean nothing
Don't mean
old drug money, nigga 
Uh, uh, this old drug money, nigga
Flippin' bricks, not crypto, this old drug money 

You know, I ain't never been in to that
And caviar with all the trimmings
Wearin' white coasts while we rappin'
No really. I'm never nappin'
Make a toast to old money
Cuz I'm stackin' like you
the itch
Mouth piece and a sales pitch
Powerful potential
Turning sprockets for profit
In the council of old money
New money fellowships
With a account deal
important
From VA I'm about my money
Old money new money
Blue hundreds green hundreds
Man keep them bitches coming
I got this whole bitch moving From side

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