Black Party - Old $$$ lyrics

[Intro] Back in my day a** n***a Always talking about old money Not about getting new figures Used to hit the mall n***a used to ball How the money then falling And my phone they keep calling Yea, Back in my day a** n***a Back in my day a** n***a You a back in my day a** n***a Hey, back in my day a** n***a [Hook] [Father] f** your old money n***a f** your old money n***as getting new money n***as getting new money Hit the mall and ball all day Young n***a taking calls all day n***a f** your old money n***a f** your old money Hit the mall and ball all day Young n***a taking calls all day n***a f** your old money n***a f** your old money [Pyramid Quince] 90 bags in this thing it's a new age Me and fam represent for the new age Check me out I'm checked out with that new money Young n***as awful records we the crew mane [Verse 1: Father] Yup, I'm so immature And these hoes they so damn impure My n***as think that I'm the fear The city's plagued and they think that I'm the cure Whoo, n***a check me out But not my gear boy I mean I'm in crazy house Brought up good still bad Hit the d** went mad Going up still sad f** the mouth still dad [Hook] [Outro] Mmmhmm, big lips Big b**hes, little titty b**hes, big titty b**hes God damn, range rovers, hangovers Waking up in the same damn clothes do it all over again I don't give a goddamn let's go