Lyrics On Me - Lil Rue , Paul Allen , Young Lox

Uh
I got old money, nigga
I got old money, nigga

I got old money, new cars
Some more money, some new broads
Hella gold on me, hella hoes on me
Hella gold on me, hella hoes on me
I got old money, new cars
Some more money, some new broads
Hella gold on me, hella hoes on me
Hella gold on me, hella hoes on me

Aye, I'm too ill, I'm too trill
Just popped two seals on two times
Two pills in my old school catching new thrills
No top, blue wheels, three-oh in my blue steel
Riding so hot but these hoes think I'm cool still
This ain't no new drill, I'm the fire bell, high as hell
Coke so dope that it froze your scale, nigga we whale niggas
But we don't tell niggas just make you feel these shells, nigga
You can smell niggas
I bet, cause I left a nigga stankin'
Fuck these hoes and square bitches, I just love them Franklins
And this new money cool but I really like it ancient
Said this Russian Kada cool but I really like 'em Asian
Just like I do my bitches and you know these hoes is payin'
Said this new money cool but I really like it ancient
Said this Russian Kada cool but I really like 'em Asian
Just like I do my bitches and you know these hoes is payin'

I got old money, new cars
Some more money, some new broads
Hella gold on me, hella hoes on me
Hella gold on me, hella hoes on me
I got old money, new cars
Some more money, some new broads
Hella gold on me, hella hoes on me
Hella gold on me, hella hoes on me

Now this that old school swag for some new school niggas
All we do is sip on codeine, no liquor
Keep a go-getter, a pole stripper
Richey nigga, I'm out getting dough, nigga
I got old money, a snow bunny
And a bad Latin bitch that'll ho for me
I got rap money, pack money
Running in homes with the strap money
See I can take a loss and get back money
Straight take a year off and get fat money
All this Act on me, I might act funny
But I still make my hoes get that money
Rose gold on me, yellow stones, homie
Rubber bands in my pocket don't fold, homie
Rose gold on me, yellow stones, homie
Rubber bands in my pocket don't fold, homie

I got old money, new cars
Some more money, some new broads
Hella gold on me, hella hoes on me
Hella gold on me, hella hoes on me
I got old money, new cars
Some more money, some new broads
Hella gold on me, hella hoes on me
Hella gold on me, hella hoes on me

Okay, one watch, four chains, four rings
24 Karats in my mouth, gold fangs
Chilling with your girl, eating crab and lo mein
Stuntin' out this world, just got an all-gold ring
King of the game, yeah I'm doing my thing
Killing these shows, they yelling my name
Can't keep up, just stay in your lane
Since I've been gone it ain't been the same
Nah, it ain't the same
Real dope like cocaine
Gassed up like propane
The prince of this shit like Purple Rain
Uh, I'm still stacking up gold money
With hella gold on like I got dope money
Gone