Old Money

It's a champagne toast in the back of a limousine
New dress on heirloom diamond ring
Slow ride through a heaven high iron gate
Stone fountain at the end of the driveway

Jet on stand by full tank ready to fly
Million acres horses we never ride
Hedge fund yacht club high fashion
Islands in the winter, summer in the Hamptons

We ain't gotta worry 'bout nothin'
Me and you, girl our love is, our love is like

Old money
Our love is like old money

Somebody's gotta be this rich, might as well be us
You can call it fate, you can call it luck
Ain't no doubt baby what we have is
Gonna out last our grandkids, grandkids

We ain't gotta worry 'bout nothin'
Me and you, girl our love is, our love is like

Old money
Our love is like old money

When you catch me like this
We ain't never going broke
Can't use it all up
'Cause baby I know

We ain't gotta worry 'bout nothin'
Me and you, girl our love is, our love is like

Old money (oh, oh)
Our love is like old money (money, money, oh)
Our love is like old money (oh, oh, oh)
Our love is like old money (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)

It's like old money (oh, oh)
It's gonna be a little while



Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Eshuis, Neil Medley, Brandon Lay
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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