Uhh, let me hit myself It's that, it's that old school Tommy Tommy back creak Licky, icky, uh, damn uh All this money, icky, stick it to me, uh Ohhh, uh, keep a hundred when you kick it to me, uh Uh, uh, uh, keep a hundred when you kick it to stop It's that old school Tommy Tommy back creak Licky, icky, uh, damn uh All this money, icky, stick it to me, uh Uh, uh, uh, keep a hundred when you kick it to me, uh Uh, uh, uh, keep a hundred when you kick it to stop It's that old school Tommy Tommy back creak Trish Peach and her baddie New school, Moncler, bitch They say Peli Peli, iPhone Buggin' to the max, I ain't know my Sally Bitch think we move like a phone I'm solid, but daddy, ooh Brown water in my bed, ooh My dad been caught heavy, ooh She won't *** her Sally, ooh Bitch, it's like a valley It's old school Tommy Tommy 97 Chevy, now it's Mopar Hold my track, hockin' up the house Need a big belly, uh, big B's Zip the sleeves with me 3.55, this ain't easy Oh, that's three, let's do my jeans With my G's, I'ma cash out later Three cigarettes, she ain't even leave I can't trust a bitch, she cheap ***, ***, so easy to me, damn Uh, uh, uh, it's that old school Tommy Tommy back creak Eek, eek, deh, uh Old school money, it keeps stickin' to me Uh, oh, uh, keep a hunnid when you kickin' to me Uh, oh, uh, keep a hunnid when you kick it That's that old school Tommy Tommy back creak Eek, eek, deh, uh Old school money, it keeps stickin' to me Uh, oh, uh, keep a hunnid when you kickin' to me Uh, oh, uh, keep a hunnid when you kick it That's that old school Tommy Tommy Can I kick it, can I kick it? Let me kick it to a wall They don't like that *** at all You ain't God if you ain't got my blessings Boom on that ***, leave a nigga's guessin' Why these niggas hatin' on my expression? Wanna live it, homie, that's my protection She get to the God with a confession I said, tell me more, that's an arrestin' Now my little man up in the intestine All them questions, bitches, you black I'm like English, little mami, don't ask I was born in a Louis V bag With swag All them questions, bitches, you slow And I bring it with my head on my balls So I don't have to call I'm like, bro, you niggas is tall I'm suckin' dope, in the cut like I'm Brody I roll up big, splittin' *** on a thick bitch She get high off of brownie When Niko man, I drop it down, man Yeah, niggas blow checks on my diamonds Got a big sack, feel like I'm clean I need for the chain like a car She got good knees like a stallion Way that she suck that dick is a talent Ayy, yeah, niggas is childish I don't be ridin', she a freestylin' D1 pop, nigga, I'm climbin' D1 pop, nigga, I'm dyin' Pop me a G6, so I'm Pop me a G6, so I'm flyin' Bad lil' bitch, got that bitch whinin' I'm makin' hits, and I'm on time Burnt up, nigga, and I'm sippin' science Power up, nigga, and I'm sippin' science And I'm smokin' gas, Mike Tyson After she suck that dick, I gave a drink She say she wanna am, never trade me Tried her hand, ain't never cryin' My B's go blankin', then these niggas bite me I better even say that thank you, now she slide in I better even say that thank you, now she slide in