New Money Old Devils (Acapella) Belly

[Chorus]
Syrup by the gallon, you could fuck around and mud wrestle
Cocaine ridin' on her blood vessels
Schemin' like a demon, she been dealin' with her own devils
Heart like the stones that’s on the 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

[Verse]
They told mе not to stoop to his level
I’m from the bottom, so I was on thе stoop with the devils, Gomorrah, Sodom, ho
Let attention get to his head, you know I got him, 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 powder got him grindin' on his bottom row
Sniffin' Hillary, I knew that shit would rot him, 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 standup, that shit really comical
I’m always like— (Hahahahaha), laugh, giggle, guffaw
I would rather admire my idols from afar, bizarre
We know you ain't hard, cut the facade
Ah, we know you Aladdin playin' Jafar