OLD TUNES

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 sauce 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 Okay 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 pеnnies? Niggas hate on me all day, but I don't care 'cause I got hoes 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, whoa, yeah Off the, 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