Old School
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Yeah, what’s up It’s the one and only The el hombre entro cable Floyd Money Moneyweather Houston, Trae nothing but the Truth He is the king Let’s talk about the money Let’s talk about the cars Let’s talk about the lifestyle H Town TMT, The Money Team H Town, Houston Let’s go Wanna ride in my old school What you wanna ride in that for? I’m trying to get this money, man Oh, yeah? What you know about getting money? See you gonna be a problem just like your older brother I ain’t mad at you, though Sun is out, huh? In my old school Guess I might as well shine on a few today In my old school Alright man, come on Where my keys at? Um, I don’t know You don’t know? In my old school Gotta hit this corner, homie, real anticipating Shit, I was getting money, a couple niggas hating A couple bitches waiting, too, tell ‘em pick a number Look like laguna, kinda hard to keep from going under I`m in my old school, swinging like I`m Stevie Wonder They say my wrists don`t make no sense, I call them Dumb and Dumber I track your feel through half these women call me Truth Tha Runner I keep a shooter riding with that Oklahoma thunder When he done he switch up cities like he James Hard You ‘bout that wood? I’d like to beg your motherfucking pardon You better find someone to play with I`m in my old school cooling, nigga Better not say shit Hit the block homie, shine on ‘em like lights Let the ceiling take flight In my old school Beat the trunk on ‘em Let the fours poke out so fuck niggas would be about In my old school A couple women with me, ain’t hard to see what they ‘bout Got so much ass they can`t get out In my old school It ain`t no point of flexing I grab my 6 and get money till my hustle run out In my old school Keep more wood than a cabin Nigga, what`s really happening? Paint hard as fuck, leather softer than a napkin Yeah Tha Truth leaning corners like it`s purple rain I`m moving slow with something floating on them purple planes Body thick as hell, picture in the perfect frame Lord knows I only seen her ass, I never heard her name The black stay up, terrific king like the national champ Real nigga exercising till I catch a cramp Slow loud and banging when I`m itching the other chick to stand ‘Fore I pull my rank and send the word to rearrange the camp I`m in my old school, this whip cold, fool Earthquake, I have it beating through your soul, fool Hit the block homie, shine on ‘em like lights Let the ceiling take flight In my old school Beat the trunk on ‘em Let the fours poke out so fuck niggas would be about In my old school A couple women with me, ain’t hard to see what they ‘bout Got so much ass they can`t get out In my old school It ain`t no point of flexing I grab my 6 and get money till my hustle run out In my old school Brown Cadillac, white Chevrolet All day, every day In my old school Candy paint dripping, man, I`m never slipping Yeah, I`m 20 crippin’ In my old school I keep my music loud As I move the crowd With the windows down In my old school Banging that motel Blowing Tha Dogg Pound They tell me slow down In my old school Time`s awastin’, I`m gonna get it Drop the top, lifting out city Squat it, got it, feeling good Rollin around my neighborhood Bossing up, tossing up cash Glass house, ass drag Go to the store and get me one more Low riders, real foe Cali chronic is all we blow Trae Tha Truth right from the intro So when you get down to your last few dollars Really wanna sell it but you don’t wanna holler Laid, laid back, back Lean, lean to the side AC blowing, now you know it How we rolling on the west side Brown Cadillac, white Chevrolet All day, every day In my old school Candy paint dripping, man, I`m never slipping Yeah, I`m 20 crippin’ In my old school I keep my music loud As I move the crowd With the windows down In my old school Banging that motel Blowing Tha Dogg Pound They tell me slow down In my old school
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