Old Tunes Lyrics

Yo Cochise, a weh dem a seh?
Told her I don't f-
Told her I don't f-
Told her I don't, uh, yeah
Told her I don't fight, yeah
Told her bring your pipe, yeah
I ain't with that soft shit
Tell that boy good night, yeah

Yeah I thought I told you
Yeah I thought I told you
I ain't doin' favors, all that shit is over
Might just get the Trackhawk
Might just get the Rover
Might go call the big shots
Might go get a chauffeur
[Verse]
Ok
Hoes, plenty
Friends, many
Bread, heavy
Benz, Bentley
Had to look up, pray to God, had to ask him if I'm ready
Now they askin' me for change, but where was you when I had penniеs
Niggas hate on me all day, but I don't care causе I got fearless
Like the freezer, I'm bipolar
Hop out the car seat, hop out the stroller
Hop to the Rollie Why you tryna phone me?
Why you tryna talk to me, I thought you didn't know me?
Made my momma rich just off of vocals
'Member I was broke as hell, now your son is global

Off the, woah, uh, yeah
Off the, woah, uh, yeah
Off the drink, uh, drink
Off the liquor
They know I'm cappin', I don't drink, huh
When I get too stressed, yeah, I can't think, huh
Had to buss out all my cuban links
If he try me in this club he gettin' beat, oh my god
I could flash 100 thousand while you blink, oh my god
Making money, that's my one and only kink, oh my god
That's so lame, that's so burnt out
Shawty spent the night for once and she got turned thot, huh
Asked my shawty for another, I got cursed out, huh
I know one way or another it get worked out, yeah

*heavenly beat concludes*

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