Old Money Lyrics

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

I got real snatchers with me they erasin' shit

Where them niggas at who count their money every mornin'

Wet them niggas block up since them niggas think they going in

I be at the ATM early in the mornin', yawnin

Rental on the road we keep scorin', tourin

Bendin' all these corners, spinning ' borin

Vision blurry, niggas worried, buddy scary

It ain't nothin' you can tell me

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 the stomach and he fold

Batter up, I put two when I hit hoes

Listen too hard get shot up in the earlobe

You ever heard that sayin' dope so money fold

Detroit bitch, ass fat she got a hatchback

Slam my flip phone, lil' bitch I ain't havin' that

Back the truck in, got a load I'm attachin' that

Tryna play slick, got a Draco ill knock you back

Twelve question me, he must've died from a heart attack

Flip a lot of work , I'm full of wock , boy

This is Za attack, this a grab your scale

Go hit the block, then go maniac

This a sell a load, when I get off I bring two fifty back

We gon' fill our woods wit opps, smoking hard

Smokin' pack, three switches, six glock

Two sticks, pussy nigga, I can never lack

You bought some shit out the trap, you can't get your money back

He tried to reach for 40k, he can't get his life back

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

Listen too hard, get shot up in the earlobe

You ever heard that sayin' dope sold money fold

let's go

Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich, rich