Kodak Black - Old Money lyrics
Kodak Black [Dieuson Octave] Pompano Beach, Florida, U.S
[Kodak Black - Old Money lyrics]
(Dubba-AA flexin’) put that shit up man
None of your pieces work nigga
None of them books work nigga
None of them pieces work nigga
None of your locs droppin’ nigga
Rest In Peace my grandpa
He had twenty seven kids
I hope our legacy live on
But I got mo’ money then him
I got money older than my grandpa, he dead
(This is the sound) god forbid
I got pieces, I got money in the stash
(Hey, hey hey)
I got shit buried I forgot I had
(Look at all that money)
I got old cash, spazzin’ on they ass
(Look at all this cash)
I got old money (Ah, you mad)
I got new money, blue money (yeah, new money)
I got mo’ comin’ (I got mo’ comin’)
I got blue hunnit's’, new hunnit's’
(And I’ma youngin’) and I got old hunnit's’
I got freak bitches
(Aye) , keep them fleek bitches
I got sweet bitches, I got three bitches
I got blue hunnit's, I got pink fifties
You don’t know nothin’
Because I don’t need witness
Keep these niggas out my face
Cause’ I am not friendly
Any nigga in my way, he gon’ fuckin’ get it
I just stashed all the cash
Right behind the building
Take my money makin’ babies
Save it for my children
I just throw it in the
Savings and just keep livin’ (Keep livin’)
Ever since I was a baby, I was on a mission
(I was on a)
Went and copped my own baby, I seen
Y’all can keep on hatin’, I’m gon’ keep, aye
Ty
I got pieces, I got money in the stash
I got shit buried I forgot I had
I got old cash, spazzin’ on they ass
I got old money i got new money, blue money
I got mo’ comin’
I got blue hunnit's’, new hunnit's’
And I got old hunnit's’
I just snapped me a Conrad
And now I’m splurgin’ all night
I’m sippin’ conyak (Damn)
I just fucked the city up
So I ain’t goin’ back no no
I ain’t goin back no mo’, you don’t want that
(Aye) i don’t wanna hit yo’ dope
Cause’ I don’t smoke swapp
Hoe stop crackin’ with that pussy
Know that shit bap
She tryna’ tease me with that pussy
It’s boutta get wacked (Aye)
I ain’t even gotta rhyme, I can mismatch
(Hey, hey) pockets full of Benjamins
But they call me bill
Slangin’ still for the bill
Kill for the bill
Had to sit for a lil’, they sent me up hill
I’m road runnin’ tryna’ make it
Back to the crib
I got pieces, I got money in the stash
I got shit buried I forgot I had
I got old cash, spazzin’ on they ass
I got old money i got new money, blue money
I got mo’ comin’
I got blue hunnit's’, new hunnit's’
And I got old hunnit's’
None of your pieces work nigga
None of them books work nigga
None of them pieces work nigga
None of your locs droppin’ nigga
Rest In Peace my grandpa
He had twenty seven kids
I hope our legacy live on
But I got mo’ money then him
I got money older than my grandpa, he dead
(This is the sound) god forbid
I got pieces, I got money in the stash
(Hey, hey hey)
I got shit buried I forgot I had
(Look at all that money)
I got old cash, spazzin’ on they ass
(Look at all this cash)
I got old money (Ah, you mad)
I got new money, blue money (yeah, new money)
I got mo’ comin’ (I got mo’ comin’)
I got blue hunnit's’, new hunnit's’
(And I’ma youngin’) and I got old hunnit's’
I got freak bitches
(Aye) , keep them fleek bitches
I got sweet bitches, I got three bitches
I got blue hunnit's, I got pink fifties
You don’t know nothin’
Because I don’t need witness
Keep these niggas out my face
Cause’ I am not friendly
Any nigga in my way, he gon’ fuckin’ get it
I just stashed all the cash
Right behind the building
Take my money makin’ babies
Save it for my children
I just throw it in the
Savings and just keep livin’ (Keep livin’)
Ever since I was a baby, I was on a mission
(I was on a)
Went and copped my own baby, I seen
Y’all can keep on hatin’, I’m gon’ keep, aye
Ty
I got pieces, I got money in the stash
I got shit buried I forgot I had
I got old cash, spazzin’ on they ass
I got old money i got new money, blue money
I got mo’ comin’
I got blue hunnit's’, new hunnit's’
And I got old hunnit's’
I just snapped me a Conrad
And now I’m splurgin’ all night
I’m sippin’ conyak (Damn)
I just fucked the city up
So I ain’t goin’ back no no
I ain’t goin back no mo’, you don’t want that
(Aye) i don’t wanna hit yo’ dope
Cause’ I don’t smoke swapp
Hoe stop crackin’ with that pussy
Know that shit bap
She tryna’ tease me with that pussy
It’s boutta get wacked (Aye)
I ain’t even gotta rhyme, I can mismatch
(Hey, hey) pockets full of Benjamins
But they call me bill
Slangin’ still for the bill
Kill for the bill
Had to sit for a lil’, they sent me up hill
I’m road runnin’ tryna’ make it
Back to the crib
I got pieces, I got money in the stash
I got shit buried I forgot I had
I got old cash, spazzin’ on they ass
I got old money i got new money, blue money
I got mo’ comin’
I got blue hunnit's’, new hunnit's’
And I got old hunnit's’