New Money Old Devils (Acapella)

Lyrics

[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 [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 [Outro] New money bring out the old devils New money bring out the old devils