Old Money

Whoa
Hey
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
We in the ends
She only fucking with me
Cause I aint the type of nigga she depends on
She ran me top in the backseat
Of a Benzo At City Park
Roll a Jordan Yeah we Litty Spark
She said my album Is pretty dark
But it stitches up her bleeding heart

That aint the purpose
Most of these niggas say they want a verse
When they get it they nervous
I know some niggas who move like serpents
I do not encourage
You come around me on fake shit or lame shit
Cause I'm only winning with niggas I came with
You can't sit
At the table of bosses
Im cutting my losses
Cold flow got these niggas so slow
Lookup molasses
You aint know what it cost us
We aint got no sponsors
But we prosper
Rookie project but I'm Finna be
the illest nigga on the roster
This that debut game
Please respect my name
Would you do it for the money or fame
Ayy
For the Money or Fame
Would you do it for the money or fame
For the Money or Fame
For the Money or Fame

I did it for old money
Sipping on that dirty dirty
My nigga I'm so muddy
So I need that Four Money
Tryna come up in the game
Tryna get show money
Would you do it for some old money
I did it for old money
Old Money
I did it for old money
Old Money
I did it for old money
Old Money
I did it for old money
I did it for old money
I did it for old money
Sipping on that dirty dirty
my nigga we so muddy
And we need that Four Money
Tryna come up in the game
Tryna get show money
Would you do it for some old money
We did it for old money
We did it for old money
We did It for old money
We did It for old money
We did It for old money
Old Money
Old Money
Old Money



Credits
Writer(s): Abraham Juma
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