Old Money Kodak Black

[Intro]
(Dubba-AA flexin’)
[?] put that shit up man
None of your pieces work nigga, none of them books work nigga
None of them pieces work nigga, none of your locs droppin’ nigga
Rest In Peace my grandpa, he had twenty seven kids
I hope our legacy live on, but I got mo’ money then him
I got money older than my grandpa, he dead
(This is the sound)
God forbid

[Chorus]
I got pieces, I got money in the stash (Hey, hey hey)
I got shit buried I forgot I had (Look at all that money)
I got old cash, spazzin’ on they ass (Look at all this cash)
I got old money (Ah, you mad)
I got new money, blue money (Yeah, new money)
I got mo’ comin’ (I got mo’ comin’)
I got blue hunnits’, new hunnits’ (And I’ma youngin’)
And I got old hunnits’

[Verse 1]
I got freak bitches (Aye), keep them fleek bitches
I got sweet bitches, I got three bitches
I got blue hunnits, I got pink fifties
You don’t know nothin’, because I don’t need witness
Keep these niggas out my face cause’ I am not friendly
Any nigga in my way, he gon’ fuckin’ get it
I just stashed all the cash right behind the building
Take my money makin’ babies, save it for my children
I just throw it in the savings and just keep livin’ (Keep livin’)
Ever since I was a baby, I was on a mission (I was on a [?])
Went and copped my own baby, I seen [?]
Y’all can keep on hatin’, I’m gon’ keep [?], aye
Ty