Old Money

Chh Chh
I'm still countin' old money up
(Old money, old money)
What you go and fold on me for?
I don't show no love to none of these whores
I run through my bag, now I need more uhhhh
Uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh

I can feel the pack in my lungs
(I can feel the pack in my lungs)
I pour all the Tris in my cup
(I pour all the Tris in my cup)
That lil hoe she mad that I'm up
(Mad that I'm up)
I can't go out sad I ain't done!
I'm gon' keep on throwing up the prometh
All these missed calls I ignore them
(Who are you?)
Suicide doors on a new Lamb
I'm in love with money
I know you don't understand
That girl want me now
Hoe you mad late, mad fake
That boy getting money at a vey fucking sad rate
Mad cake, black wraith
Pass it to the valet
Everyone surrounding me
Please do not attack me
Try to understand me
Before you go and stab me up
Not okay exactly uh
Money, yeah I'm married
Lil hoe said I'm scary
Hoe I got a nina on me
This lil boy get buried
These lil boys they fear me
Hoe you do not scare me
I just got a check, run it up like I'm Barry

Chh Chh
I'm still countin' old money up
(Old money, old money)
What you go and fold on me for?
I don't show no love to none of these whores
I run through my bag, now I need more uhhhh
Uhuhuh-uhuhuh-uhuhuh
Uhuhuh-uhuhuh-uhuhuh