作词 : Ahmad Balshe/Chauncey Hollis
作曲 : Ahmad Balshe/Chauncey Hollis
Syrup by the gallon, you could **** around and mud wrestle
******* 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, hoe
Let attention get to his head, you know I got him, though
Who's really ******* 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 **** would rot him, though
Twenty-five years worth of ***** in my follicles
Bird eye view, third eye with the monocle
******* with me ain't economical
You never been stand-up, that **** really comical
I'm always like- (Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!)
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
Syrup by the gallon, you could **** around and mud wrestle
******* 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