Old Tay

Lyrics

[Intro] Huh, ayy, yeah [Verse 1] I know it's a lot of people wanna see me win It's even way more people wanna see me gone Motherfuckers like, "Man, we want the old Tay" Shit crazy, niggas don't like to see you grow That shit give me vibes like niggas wanna see you broke I want shows in forty states, not just in the O If I really want you dead, you won't see a post I'm in all black, but you gon' really think you seen a ghost I'm a grown ass fuckin' man with two kids I can't be happy with little money, I need M's My old-heads ain't never drop dimes, they drop gems Motivation when I was a kid, pop's drop Benz If you gang when we shake hands, then wе lock in I see stars on my whip every time I hop in Lil' prеtty bitch from the A, she in my top ten I don't walk in the club if I don't get the Glock in I heard my old homie told, guess what? We not friends We might look alike, but we don't act the same, we not twins I see dog posting money on the 'Gram, that's not his What I look like wifin' my man's bitch? I'm not Fiz [Chorus] Why you showin' weird vibes? Let me fall back Called your phone three times, why you ain't call back? You can't short me out no money, I need all that Uh, shit ain't all good, but it ain't all bad Yeah, shit ain't all good, but it ain't all bad Still gettin' to the money, it ain't all bad Yeah, shit ain't all good, but it ain't all bad You ain't gettin' shit on credit, I need all cash [Verse 2] Huh, I need everything up front I know her friends wanna fuck, I got your man's in a blunt We just vibin', I wasn't even really plannin' to fuck Hit the mall with no budget, I'm just scannin' shit up I am not a wrestler, but I just slammed me a slut On a tour with the guys, pretty fans on the bus Rob a nigga, up blick, then he handed it up Tune play with S9, he was scammin' with us Huh, I know you don't love me, you don't gotta act for me I wanna fuck, you want some money, ain't gotta cap for me A lot of niggas, they be tender, they just actin' P I ain't trippin' on what you did before or after me I been had pape', your last nigga, he was acting cheap Every time a nigga wanna play, it's big casualty I ain't never have no beef that last a week If you ain't gon' shoot your blick, nigga, pass to me [Chorus] Why you showin' weird vibes? Let me fall back Called your phone three times, why you ain't call back? You can't short me out no money, I need all that Uh, shit ain't all good, but it ain't all bad Yeah, shit ain't all good, but it ain't all bad Still gettin' to the money, it ain't all bad Yeah, shit ain't all good, but it ain't all bad You ain't gettin' shit on credit, I need all cash