New Money, Old Devils

(álbum: Mumble Rap 2 - 2023)

Syrup by the gallon, you could fuck around and mud wrestle
Cocaine riding on a blood vessel
Scheming like a demon, she been dealing with her own devils
Heart like the stones that's on a gold bezel
Cold metal sat on my waist case they don't know better
Penthouse at the Ritz, she on her own level
New money bring out the old devils
New money bring out the old devils

They told me not to stoop to his level, I'm from the bottom so
I was on the stoop with the devils, Gomorrah, Sodom, ho
Let attention get to his head, you know I got 'em though
Who's really fuckin with me?
Not a soul
Now that I'm alone
I fathered a lot of clones
Got a private home to do acid and play the xylophone
All this Prada got 'em grinding on this bottom row
Sniffing Hillary, I knew that shit would rot 'em though

Twenty-five years worth of drugs in my follicles
Bird eye view, third eye with the monocle
Fuckin with me ain't economical
You never been stand up, that shit really comical
I'm always like, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Laugh, giggle, guffaw
I would rather admire my idols from afar
Bizarre, we know you ain't hard, cut the facade
Oh, we know you Aladdin playing Jafar

Syrup by the gallon, you could fuck around and mud wrestle
Cocaine riding on a blood vessel
Scheming like a demon, she been dealing with her own devils
Heart like the stones that's on a gold bezel
Cold metal sat on my waist case they don't know better
Penthouse at the Ritz, she on her own level
New money bring out the old devils
New money bring out the old devils

New money bring out the old devils
New money bring out the old devils