Old Ways (feat. Otto-Matik)

Never goin back to my old ways
Got a taste of money and that cake taste great
Never going back to the old drake
He was brake he was fat and never went on any dates
Yea okay I’m makin fuckin money now
Yea i know I started from the ground up how
Am I so high up in sky straight wow
She let me play wit her pussy then her cat lose meow
Then she say I’m perfect
Then she says I’m worthless
Then my money grows bitch
Now she want give me a kiss
Can’t fuck with any thots
Can’t fuck with any cops
Can’t fuck with anybody in my way goin to the top
Workin smart my money clean
Hit my cart and nicotine
Still work hard bitch what you seen
Don’t sip lean but I count my green
Spit some fire kerosene
I was grindin in quarantine
Findin diamonds in the ravine
Buyin diamonds my neck gone freeze
Can’t fuck with crap rap
But I fuck with trap rap
When I’m in the trap stap
Party hard then take a nap
Wake up rewind time
Hol up is this pod mine?
Bitch I’m on my grind
Count all the checks I sign
Never goin back to my old ways
Got a taste of money and that cake taste great
Never going back to the old drake
He was brake he was fat and never went on any dates
I’m never going back to my old self
Only Booze I’m drinking is that top shelf
Why don’t you stop stunting, work on yourself
I refuse to stop the grind until i fucking love myself
I been living life, already found my wife everytime I hop on a beat, come in kimbo slice
I’m eating cuisine, and your living off some rice
Taco fall on my money, yeah lil baby that’s my height
I hated the old me, Locked on making money
Leave me open on the wing, bee that sweet like honey
No they never loved me, now they’re tryna fuck me
I’ve been smoking too much weed if i can say that bluntly
Never goin back to my old ways
Got a taste of money and that cake taste great
Never going back to the old drake
He was brake he was fat and never went on any dates
Always pullin hoes but I never take em home
Can’t have em diggin around me while I count up my gold
Can’t have em listen when I’m heated my roasts so cold
Don’t get that last bar you close minded bitch you isn’t woke!
It’s dope I’m posted with the bois
At some party’s makin noise
That’s your bomb site till destroy
Then skrt off in a rolls royce
To the bank to get some change
I’m ballin in the fast lane
Bet you can’t keep up with mane
Keep on flexing that cheap chain