OLD MONEY Lyrics

Yeah uh yeah

Uh had to roll me up five I ain't tryna really be present

New gun wit some kickback now the opps in Heaven

Yo bitch hella average n my girl on 27

I jus fucked me up two twins yeah that shit like 9/11

Damn who up next man

Fucked her n her best friend

All da opps bios long live, all they dead mans

I been off codeine, hella lean but I feel okay

You been off the greed, Glock on me get shot in the face

Take that bitch right to four seasons you afford motels

Tell a hoe I'm a king, I'm El Rey, Lana Del

Uh I know he gon' tell uh I know he gon' tell

I been making deals wit da devil, I don't fuck wit hell

Tell a bitch I'm sorry I don't hand out any sorries

Keep a gun on every hand I been movin' like Jeff Hardy

Yeah strapped up in the party

I got like 30 racks in this party

New white bitch she on that old money and she love to do molly

If I catch me a lil opp he gettin' popped like a ollie

Ride around town in a SRT ain't no officer gon' stop me

Yeah Glock under my pillow when I sleep

Uh I don't fuck wit friends, couple bitches n there's me

All new Drac's shit got kick like the name was Bruce Lee

If somebody ever try me from this life you will delete

Uh yeah delete

Huh yeah delete

Huh yeah delete

From this life you will delete