[Intro]
(Fuck the other shit, we got Milo on the beat)
[Chorus: Mazza L20]
Ayy, old money, but the new money lookin' good
Just blew another cheque, but fuck it, lad, I'll run it up
'Member I was down, at my lowest, now it's lookin' up
I was goin' round in circles, fuckin' up (Fuckin' up)
Old money, but the new money lookin' good
Just blew another cheque, but fuck it, lad, I'll run it up
'Member when they never booked a visit, now they're bookin' us
'Member I was broke, grabbed shh and I stuck him up
[Verse 1: Mazza L20]
Fuck it, get nicked, another strap and a gun case
For fuck's sakе, rememberin' thе look on my mum's face
Five years straight now, I've had enough, mate
Relationships are fucked, it's a matter of love-hate
People hate me, but fuck it, I love hate
How many times I left man with a cut face and buss case?
Runnin' from the police on a foot chase
Real recognise real, I've had enough fakes
Concrete jungle, surrounded by nuff snakes
Put that shit aside, get my mind in a good place
Nearly done a twelve, free my brother, he's done eight
Tracky with a bally on like, "Fuck it, I look bait"
Gloved up in sportswear, ready to push weight
Rats want beef, fuck that, lad, I cook steak
You can get it rare, I can show you how blood tastes
I'm fucked up, freeflow, lookin' for punch-ups
Free Mo, padded up, smokin' the good stuff
Free A1, that's my brother, it's nuff love
Know about me, Mal G, yeah, I've done stuff
Sick of cell searches and gettin' my stuff took
Rats are hatin' on me, but tell 'em, "It's good luck"
F, Dan, Z or Ste with a gun tucked
Violate my loved ones, I'm gettin' your **** snuffed
Rise up the thing like whenever the sun's up
Shotgun, Beretta, lad, I'll pepper your lungs up
No matter what the weather, I was gettin' my funds up (Gettin' my funds up)
I was gettin' my funds up
No matter what the weather, I was gettin' my funds up
[Chorus: Mazza L20]
Ayy, old money, but the new money lookin' good
Just blew another cheque, but fuck it, lad, I'll run it up
'Member I was down, at my lowest, now it's lookin' up
I was goin' round in circles, fuckin' up (Fuckin' up)
Old money, but the new money lookin' good
Just blew another cheque, but fuck it, lad, I'll run it up
'Member when they never booked a visit, now they're bookin' us
'Member I was broke, grabbed shh and I stuck him up
[Verse 2: Aitch]
Yeah, old money with some new paper (Yeah)
Notes lookin' like a newspaper (Yeah)
Gettin' posh, I need a suit tailor (Huh)
Military, man, I'm too major (Woo)
Put on weight, too much cake with the cream (Huh)
I'm still spendin' money that I made as a teen (Trust)
Baby girl got a double D in her bra
It's only right I go and put a Aitch in her jeans (Woo-ooh)
Stack money, don't lack no money
Old racks in the safe, I got flashback money (Yeah)
Rich on the net, you got Snapchat money
Better mind somebody don't tax that money (Let's go)
I've been rich, I've been broke, made a flip then a toast
Never trip 'cause I float, yeah, the kid's still the GOAT
Couple hits in the Notes, couple quid for the smoke
I'm addicted to dough, so this chick gotta go
[Chorus: Mazza L20]
Ayy, old money, but the new money lookin' good
Just blew another cheque, but fuck it, lad, I'll run it up
'Member I was down, at my lowest, now it's lookin' up
I was goin' round in circles, fuckin' up (Fuckin' up)
Old money, but the new money lookin' good
Just blew another cheque, but fuck it, lad, I'll run it up
'Member when they never booked a visit, now they're bookin' us
'Member I was broke, grabbed shh and I stuck him up (Stuck him up)
