Manolo Rose - Old Man Wildin' lyrics

[Intro] What I grow so gross it make you sick My last couple wins came by forfeit You not inside the same league as us I had to say a pray for the evil eye [Verse 1] One life to live two bi**hes rolling Took the dirty money had to barcode it F**k the talent when you God gifted Coupe lows how we stay lifted Shorty want time tryna buy the right watch Danny Garcia by the rope white fox And yeah homie we don’t sleep Love still the same even though we don’t speak Montana Coke boy behind the scene like Corleone Mami love me and canaries like Romeo Prince of NY word to Jesus Ciroc cut the check f**k the Grey Goose Christopher Walker bumping Christopher king of New York Trust your dog on the stand with a murder He fresh out the can keep his hand off the burner Watch the turn up Miss Gladys been a pusher you can ask Malice Mobb Deep ni**a wreak some havoc Yeah homie we don’t sleep Brown diamonds for them s**kas tryna s**t on me Hope you bleed like us Running through them towns have 3 licenses Took a pill stood 3 nights up You ain’t like us [Verse 2] Tri-polar they gon say that money made me wild High roller throw a million dollars in the crowd G’d up flying through the clouds Only God get higher than I and a pilot couldn’t get flyer than I Desire got fire in his eyes and his stomach Just wait until you get what you got coming What the greedy think I turn City bank to Diddy bank And I don’t care about your piggy bank You a silly boy Im a billi boy I ain’t gotta touch you get one of my young Philly boys Harlem Renaissance Upper Echelon Check right of the ni**a they coming check up on Ni**a please we spend Gs in the restaurant 7 on the entree 3 on the dessert ask for the job cause you know you need to wizzurk You know me you know we don’t sleep like I was there at the Carter for the Nino speech Rothstein and casino reach with no ginger Everybody copying my style is infringement You know me you know we don’t sleep like I was there at the Carter for the Nino speech Rothstein and casino reach with no ginger Everybody copying my style is infringement [Verse 3] Yeah, k** s**t and get the same time Max B got Cause dude with these colorful chains rap peaco*ks As far as the game I was in it I represent it Way back when h**n became a epidemic And the feds are dead at least a certain percentage Only hurting your image Your whole life’s a gimmick And we can’t click cause you all petty I done told y’all i’m heavy like New York Freddy It’s an honor to meet him a pleasure to speak with him Trunk full of champagne bottles with leak in em Street value say it’s a million in each of em Contracts in the hood ain’t no breach in em Yeah, the profit is tremendous But the gossip is still endless No way you can offend us Parties with Madonna in attendance Wow