Dom Corleo, ​frankslastday - Old Hoes And New Money lyrics

See, you are what you are in this world
That's either one of two things
Either you're somebody or nobody
Gxupo, slime 'em

I got all this shit on my own
Went and got a lil' rich on my own
We was servin' the dope out the pantry
But now I just cop me a Bentley
Think I finna fly out the country
My killer gon' say when it's uppy
Throw it up in the air, it get stuck
We turn that lil' pussy to Runtz
I got a lil' guap on me
Hoes in the past, they o-l-d
Them bitches can't fuck with me
Cut 'em all off, they too friendly
Ballin' on 'em like I'm 23
That's how I know they envy me
I done killed all my еnemies
Free bands, that's a friend of mе (Pluto)
They run of with the swag like a bandit
They wanna be me and they bitin' my style
I swear I been through all the antics
How you gon' say that
I'm bitin' somebody, man
Stop all that muhfuckin' slander
Shut the fuck up, I got homecourt advantage
VV's on me and they muhfuckin' dancin'
I done blew racks on the chain
Yeah, I just spent muhfuckin' bands, gang
It cost a 125 dollars if you
Wanna talk 'bout the damn name
They know that I'm muhfuckin' band gang
G43 blow out your damn brain
I just been doin' my damn thing
And I won't stop till my last day
I'm like "Oh, thats's your hoe?"
Fuck it, ain't even know
Sorry, that's not your bitch no more
Tell me how you broke and cuffin' a hoe
Tell me how you ain't pull off in a ghost
Tell me how you ain't got a bag, lil' bro
Tell me how you ain't got cash no more
Know that you ain't finna catch
No joke pressing me 20 pints of lean
I put my daughter and son in that new Celine
I got a hoe too rich, ain't shoppin' on Shein
She too mean just like me

Got the foreigns parked outside
They got the doors up
And we walk inside the club and, yeah
They know it's us
Said "It's my last day" to my Lastday
You know it's on
She believe everything that I'm sayin'
I'm the trolling one all I see is green
Like a that boy wanna be like me
He copy everything he see
I put Tahj in the AMG
Pourin' up so we can't breathe
You can't hang around with us
'cause the way we live
The shit ain't street
I got this shit on my own so I'ma die for it
Bitch, I'm gon' leave you cold
If you try for it
And a show up in your city
Had to sign for it
And this bitch got a man at home
She said she'd die for him