Old Money

I love them bows, nigga Stack it so much had to hide it in them floors

nigga Hid money from myself till it got old

Stack it up till it rot and it mold Shot a nigga in his stomach and he fold

Batter up, I fuck two when I hit hoes Listenin' too hard get shot up in the earlobe

You ever heard that sayin' dope sold money fold

Too many switches on us nigga don't get Peter rolled

Too many hoes at the scene I like her cheetah print

You niggas walk around with your pockets on lint

We strippin' nigga ass down he ain't havin' shit

You ain't never shot nothin' boy you celibate