"Old Money" lyrics
(feat. Chip)
[Chip:]
Check it
I thank the Lord on my hands and knees gracefully
Every penny counts, that's why a hundred's still cake to me
Aqua Master times don't feel that far back in the day to me
But now when we order baguettes, it ain't the bakery
I hook a rapper up with pounds, I never do it for the drink
More time niggas call me Chippy with the links
Passas that I've been through just all go in a spliff
Mood more time, fuck gyal and what niggas think
Uh, baby face man with old money
I know niggas thought he's still lit, what's old honey?
Industry done turned on me, friends turned foes on me
That's why I'm still snapping, just collecting what's owed for me
Look back at old pics, crop a snake from collage
Niggas worse than bitches these days, it's all facades
Shawty tryna fuck me, I want neck and a massage
[Nafe Smallz:]
I got old money and some new money
When she put on a show, watch what she do for me
I bet she whine
So when's she sliding?
She'll take a slow money over no money
The way she throw it all down on the pole for me
I know she trying
My dro still fire
(Yeah, that right, yeah, that right)
Zip take the pain away
Snowflake on me to a quid for a rainy day
Stuck up on the strip with them bits tryna make a way
They locked up my niggas, all them years, see 'em fade away
I ran through everything I need, still ain't satisfied (I did)
Can't pay attention to the feed, never analyse
I came a long way from the streets, trapping on my line
Ducking operations, them police want us bang to rights, yeah
Cah this Rolls, it ain't rented, I'm really fresh out the trenches (Skrr)
I stay attentive with everything I've been blessed with (I do)
Add kilos and hella grams, we pushing it like we benching (Yuh)
I couldn't have dreamt it, nobody could prevent it
We done ran from them hunnas, threw 200 on a house
Grew up on 300, sleeping on my granny couch
Stocking like a chemist who ain't ready for the drought
I got VVS denture, my Louis, spliff in my mouth
I got old money and some new money
When she put on a show, watch what she do for me
I bet she whine
So when's she sliding?
She'll take a slow money over no money
The way she throw it all down on the pole for me
I know she trying
My dro still fire
Check it
I thank the Lord on my hands and knees gracefully
Every penny counts, that's why a hundred's still cake to me
Aqua Master times don't feel that far back in the day to me
But now when we order baguettes, it ain't the bakery
I hook a rapper up with pounds, I never do it for the drink
More time niggas call me Chippy with the links
Passas that I've been through just all go in a spliff
Mood more time, fuck gyal and what niggas think
Uh, baby face man with old money
I know niggas thought he's still lit, what's old honey?
Industry done turned on me, friends turned foes on me
That's why I'm still snapping, just collecting what's owed for me
Look back at old pics, crop a snake from collage
Niggas worse than bitches these days, it's all facades
Shawty tryna fuck me, I want neck and a massage
[Nafe Smallz:]
I got old money and some new money
When she put on a show, watch what she do for me
I bet she whine
So when's she sliding?
She'll take a slow money over no money
The way she throw it all down on the pole for me
I know she trying
My dro still fire
(Yeah, that right, yeah, that right)
Zip take the pain away
Snowflake on me to a quid for a rainy day
Stuck up on the strip with them bits tryna make a way
They locked up my niggas, all them years, see 'em fade away
I ran through everything I need, still ain't satisfied (I did)
Can't pay attention to the feed, never analyse
I came a long way from the streets, trapping on my line
Ducking operations, them police want us bang to rights, yeah
Cah this Rolls, it ain't rented, I'm really fresh out the trenches (Skrr)
I stay attentive with everything I've been blessed with (I do)
Add kilos and hella grams, we pushing it like we benching (Yuh)
I couldn't have dreamt it, nobody could prevent it
We done ran from them hunnas, threw 200 on a house
Grew up on 300, sleeping on my granny couch
Stocking like a chemist who ain't ready for the drought
I got VVS denture, my Louis, spliff in my mouth
I got old money and some new money
When she put on a show, watch what she do for me
I bet she whine
So when's she sliding?
She'll take a slow money over no money
The way she throw it all down on the pole for me
I know she trying
My dro still fire
