Old Money

[Intro]

(Dubba-AA flexin’)

(Man yall niggas better learn how to put that shit up man

None of your pieces work nigga, none of them books work nigga

None of them pieces work nigga, none of your locs droppin’ nigga)

Rest In Peace my grandpa, he had twenty seven kids

I hope our legacy live on, but I got mo’ money then him

I got money older than my grandpa, and he dead

(This is the sound)

God forbid

[Chorus]

I got pieces, I got money in the stash (Hey, hey hey)

I got shit buried I forgot I had (Look at all that money)

I got old cash, spazzin’ on they ass (Look at all this cash)

I got old money (Ah, you mad)

I got new money, blue money (Yeah, new money)

I got mo’ comin’ (I got mo’ comin’)

I got blue hunnits’, new hunnits’ (And I’ma youngin’)

I got old hunnits’

[Verse 1]

I got freak bitches (Aye), keep them fleek bitches

I got sweet bitches, I got three bitches

I got blue hunnits, I got pink fifties

You don’t know nothin’, because I don’t need witness

Keep these niggas out my face cause’ I am not friendly

Any nigga in my way, he gon’ fuckin’ get it

I just stashed a lil' cash right behind the building

Save my money, makin’ babies, save it for my children

I just throw it in the savings and then keep flippin’ (Keep flippin’)

Ever since I was a baby, I was on a mission (I was on a [?])

Went and copped my own baby, I seen Wally whippin

Y’all can keep on hatin’, I’m gon’ keep gettin, aye

Tide

[Chorus]

I got pieces, I got money in the stash

I got shit buried I forgot I had

I got old cash, spazzin’ on they ass

I got old money

I got new money, blue money

I got mo’ comin’

I got blue hunnits’, new hunnits’

I got old hunnits’

[Verse 2]

I just snapped me a Conrad

And now I’m splurgin’ all night, sippin’ Cognac (Damn)

I just fucked the city up, so I ain’t goin’ back no no

I ain’t goin back no mo’, you don’t want that (Aye)

I don’t wanna hit yo’ dope, cause’ I don’t smoke swapp

Hoe stop crackin’ with that pussy, know that shit bap

She tryna’ tease me with that pussy, she boutta get wacked (Aye)

I ain’t even gotta rhyme, I can mismatch (Hey, hey)

Pockets full of Benjamins, but they call me bill

Slangin’ steel for the bill, kill for the bill

Had to sit for a lil’, they sent me up the hill

I’m road runnin’ tryna’ make it back to the crib

[Chorus]

I got pieces, I got money in the stash

I got shit buried I forgot I had

I got old cash, spazzin’ on they ass

I got old money

I got new money, blue money

I got mo’ comin’

I got blue hunnits’, new hunnits’

I got old hunnits’