Old Peso Vs. New Peso lyrics

[Intro]
El Patron 2 on the way, n*gga
Yeah

[Verse]
Just know that the bang is tucked
Yeah, did this sh*t by myself but these n*ggas are haters for what?
Ayy, I be drinking my sorrows, my n*gga, I stay with a cup
Huh, I get mad and buy jewelry, these cubans are tangling up
Yeah, I got racks in the bag, you know I be shaking the duff
Huh, she said that she love me, these hoes really fake than a f*ck
I'm making it plus, I'm rackin' it up
She taking the bus, no wonder why these b*tches askin' for money
But I'm in a rush, can't be f*ckin' with b*tches that acting so bummy
You get smoked like a Dutch, if you еver try to come and take somеthing from me
What's the point of the fuss, when you know you want to get on top and just f*ck me
I can't f*ck with a broke b*tch, wanted mo' chips, I'm just tryna get money
n*gga act like the big guy, but on the inside, n*gga sweeter than honey
If you touch my stache, I'ma go Ted Bundy
See an opp, grab the Glock, I go catch Johnny
n*gga iced up, when I walk up in Onyx
And I bought all my b*tch, like the rackets in Compton
When I hop in the Maybach truck
Huh, push the button now I'm hittin' hydraulics
And I was fifteen no more school, why, on the block selling hydroponics
In a Lambo Urus, this so robotic
I buy fits and take pics, yeah, I don't photoshop 'em
n*gga touch my chain and I smoke yo' noggin'
And if your friend trip too, I smoke your partner
Came from sh*t, now I'm rich, yeah, oh so shocking
Pour drink in the cup, now I'm slowmo walkin'
I get money every time I see a hobo walkin'
And if the laws pick me up, there's no more talking
Don't speak on sh*t, n*gga don't say nothing
And the trap is a business, this sh*t ain't for fun
Can't go like that, on stage with a gun
All that hating so much, but they ain't making no funds
Ain't making no funds, n*gga playing like Fisher Price
Rookie sippin', n*gga ain't even mix it right
Cap it to you it to you, because I know I ain't living right
Pop a perky, now that sh*t got me feeling right
Half a thirty, now I'm somewhere flowin'
Boxing manners, I can't fit no Trojans
Cop a ten, then I just go get in some, then I'm gone like hocus pocus
Poof n*gga, out the roof n*gga
When it's Smoke I don't want no trues with you
No, I don't want to pour a deuce with you
I just want to go and get the loot n*gga
What I'm trying to say is, I just want the paper
n*gga, I ain't got to be cool with you
n*gga, field goal, I'm a smooth kicker
Got the same circle, no new n*ggas
I'm a fool with it, keep a tool with it
Fell off, I just bought a new pendant
[Outro]
Yeah, uhh
Nah, for real
Bought a new pendant
Stil cashin' out on this sh*t, n*gga
Huh, I ain't going nowhere
You gon' see me until you, I don't know old or something, yeah, sh*t
Keep this sh*t coming for life, know what I'm talm bout
We just getting started for real
I'm still in my 20s, n*gga, f*ck you talking about
Yeah, yeah
Peso, Peso, Peso
Too true to this sh*t, not new to this sh*t
You heard?