Old Head

Lay up with an Old head bitch I got taste, I got style I got all that shit Come chill with a player I got Amazon Prime I leveled up I'm past Netflix and gimmicks online I'm a special kind of nigga bae I'm one of kind Another type like me bitch you never gon' find I get my vino straight off the vine And when I'm in it? Left stroke, death strokes And I'm just taking my time You know I look good You know I'm flyest You know I'm highest Walk in ya favorite restaurant and they call me your highness I got a seat by the kitchen sittin' close by the fire Salvatore Ferragamo rock the boldest attire And all my niggas pro-black but our clothes are the whitest Cop the pack full weight but the nuggs are the lightest I never seen a middle man, I know the coldest suppliers Respect my politeness 'Cuz you hoes know I'm nicest And my pimp hand is god sent! I gave you power on some Nas shit New ass? Bomb tits? Guess I'm lit I swoon women since '9-5, '9-6 I'm fool with it I'm slick talkin' that nonsense Supreme Cutlass with the bronze tint Match the nails on my bitch, I got her palms did I'm enterprising My style authentic I'm augmented Ya boyfriend small time baby I'm large business Got you draped in red pearls like Marge Simpson That's all game All net, long range And ain't no way you drippin' sauce You ain't sautéed Shawty, don't get roasted tryna flambé And don't cross me, that's wrong way... Don't cross me, that's the wrong way... If 30's the new 20 then nigga I must be 50 Wearin' Neman Marcus and garments that's from the 60s Y'all niggas at Regular Shows, I be with Rigby Or I be sippin' Henny with Ricky, I'm gettin' Schwifty Did you miss me? I'm back in yo bitch, way past her kidneys Took her down under, she ain't never seen Sydney She steamboat-ed my willie, she ain't never seen Disney She ain't never had no plans, had no man who was busy I'm different type of nigga Never got no love but I got love for women Side-Steppin' hoes, I got love for my figures Fuck 'em on the flo' 'cuz I got love for my linens Bitch my taste mad exquisite Girl, I'm insane My heart and pimp game Colder than Brisbane on a Wednesday 40 below hoe, and it just rained If Hennessy was gasoline, I'm on my fifth tank And if we gettin' married, then we probably on the fifth date I might have fell in love with that pussy Plus it feels good when a nigga wearin' Gucci flip flops Hit it from the back and make her hip pop And she's still on top And now that's real hip-hop Bitch!