Ox y Moron - One Be Lo

Ox y Moron - One Be Lo
You know you got a lil' somethin' somethin'
When the checks start comin'
And you grew up with nothin'
The meals ain't stretchin'
And the bills ain't stressin'
Got the ill sh*t electric
And you still ain't accustomed
New money
Used to be the food stamp lunchie
King sized
Used to be the boot camp bunkie
From studio to two-stories fam' gotta eat up
The jones got 3 what
You know you gotta keep up
F livin' large new money livin' deluxe
Walkin' out the mall lookin' awe from the feet up
G'd up
Guest list in all the V-I-P clubs
You used to bring the fake I D trynna sneak up
In highschool invisible
You didn't speak up
Now we see you
You actin' like you don't see us
The people that you grew up with
You don't call'em back
Now they think
That you think
That you're all of that
Say make money money make money money money
Some people pirates and tyrants they take money money
My pockets wanna be giant I save money money
From michigan to switzerland bank money money
Spend money bring it to an end money money
Some hands bloody murda kill kill for the money
My soul not for sale but I deal with the money
Little house on the hill but it's still money money
Welcome welcome to new money country
Full of new funny duddies
Old crew buddy buddy
Here you see the most obscure types
Turn into the most popular guy or girl over night
The bank can't hide new money
You the man now
You a stand out
Everybody got they hands out
At your door
Pocket tug-of-war
Weigh your pants down
This give a gold digger tickets to advance now
Back then you couldn't get the number
But now she gave you the address the place where she slumber
Just in case you thought she had a change of heart
The only change come in small bills
She will accept a credit card
Make money money fake money money money
The church say the Hurst cars faith money money
No pape's in the chase for that case full of money
No pace to waste in ya race for the money
How somebody with an N-F-L salary
Go to jail trying to sale a hundred dollar bag of w**d
New money might take you out the ghetto
But it can't take the ghetto out of you
If you asking me
She drove a Nissan never had no gas
Now she drive e class
Still got no class
Loud in the restaurant
Sailor kinda vocab
She claim that she keeping it real psssh
Don't ask
New money make you change your ways
You used to claim lay-away
But now you same day take-away
A new car new place to stay
The situations look different
But some things never change
You used to go to the park shootin' fade aways
Now you in the backyard both rims breakaway
You used to turn the game on to see the picture
But now you wanna see the pistons
Season tickets
Old money in the burbs livin' way good
Here comes the new money
There goes the neighborhood
Old money in the burbs livin' way good
Here comes the new money
There goes the neighborhood