"Old Flow" lyrics

Roll the streets like a Afghan, sticks up
Pussy said I'm with your bitch, I said "Which one?"
Fit too hard, 200 M's got my drip up
Spin two cars, a Hellcat and a Pickup

I made 50k this week with no hesi, bitch I'm 20
I love counting up my money, only hundreds, not no twenties
I was fed up with this bitch, now I'm back to making plenty
Had to burn another bridge, now I'm back to chasing money

Where the old flow? Where the old flow?
Rarin in a chokehold, they know
I was broke-hearted, broke the bro code
For a throat, with some hoe
Mileage, now I'm solo
Pockets full, hit the hoes

Getting to it, I flip money bags
Need more rubber bands, got it booming
Sold my heart for cash, you don't understand
I ain't losing, got another man
Can't make nothing land, she look stupid
(She look fucking stupid)

I made half a ticket just off talking 'bout a Tesla
Now they fucking with it, telling me who's gon' be next up
Those the type of bitches only peep me when the bread up
Now I really get it, switch a lane and keep my head up

Where the old flow? Where the old flow?
Rarin in a chokehold, they know
I was broke-hearted, broke the bro code
For a throat, with some hoe
Mileage, now I'm solo
Pockets full, hit the whole target