Old / New Money lyrics

[Chorus]
(Mayyski)
Yeah, I want old money, new money
Bad b*tch, same b*tch
And she been ridin', she said that
I'm gon blow up, just like Bin Laden
I need new money, blue money
"What the f*ck you gonna do" money
If I pour up some lean, it be too muddy
They told on eachother, they two dummies
Yeah, I want old money, new money
Bad b*tch, same b*tch
And she been ridin', she said that
I'm gon blow up, just like Bin Laden
I need new money, blue money
"What the f*ck you gonna do" money
If I pour up some lean, it be too muddy
They told on eachother, they two dummies

[Verse 1]
Okay, that wet pus*y, gotta swim in it
I got one life, b*tch, I'm not a kitten
Through them racks away like it's good riddance
Get 'em back the next day, I'm good with it
Put the gang on, she like hood n*ggas
We gon' share that money, it's a good business
I get fly as f*ck like I'm in the sky (woo), like that's where I'm livin', like I'm just chillin'
Like I'm just bad at the rap sh*t, like I can't get on, like I'm f*ckin' trippin'
Like I really gotta start rappin', n*gga
b*tch, I'm in the Bentley, me and Trippie, Trippie
Feel like K Suave, the way it's "f*ck these b*tches"
I'm a hypocrite 'cause my cup dirty but I swear to god, I couldn't touch these b*tches
No cap, but it's drugs in the cup I'm sippin'
[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, I want old money, new money
Bad b*tch, same b*tch
And she been ridin', she said that
I'm gon blow up, just like Bin Laden
I need new money, blue money
"What the f*ck you gonna do" money
If I pour up some lean, it be too muddy
Yeah, I want old money, new money
Bad b*tch, same b*tch
And she been ridin', she said that
I'm gon blow up, just like Bin Laden

[Verse 2]
b*tch (f*ck), f*ck (yeah) yo' dm's, I been slidin'
b*tch, I put drugs on my body, I can't deny it
b*tch, I could take a perc' upside down, like I'm Ben Rawley
Yeah, I told the devil "look at my eyes" can't see a soul probably
Okay, I f*ck them racks and buy what I want
Sometime he go and sometime he don't (oof)
I'm pullin' off gone, I turned to a ghost (woo)
The drugs in my front door, I am a host
My b*tch too bad, she shoulda' been Vogue
Gun too big, I put on a coat
It ain't 'bout money, I don't wanna know (I got a b*tch in a [?])
Yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, I want old money, new money
Bad b*tch, same b*tch
And she been ridin', she said that
I'm gon blow up, just like Bin Laden
I need new money, blue money
"What the f*ck you gonna do" money
If I pour up some lean, it be too muddy