Old Man Wildin' (feat. Jadakiss & Styles P)

Tripolar, they gon' say money make me wild

High roller, throw a million dollars in the crowd

G'up flying through the clouds

Only God get higher than I and the pilot, couldn't get flyer than I

Desire got fire in his eyes and his stomach

Just wait 'til you get what you got coming

With the greedy thing, I turn Citibank to Diddy bank

And I don't care about your piggy bank

You a silly boy, I'm a billy boy

I ain't got to touch it, get one at my young Philly boys

Harlem renaissance, upper echelon

Check writer, the nigga they come and check upon

Nigga please, used to spend G's in a restaurant

7 on the entrée, 3 on the dessert

Ask for the job cause you know you need to wizzerk, jizzerk

You know me you know we don't sleep

Like I was there at the Carter for the Nino speech

Rothstein in

Casino

reach with no Ginger

Everybody copy my style is infringement

You know me you know we don't sleep

Like I was there at the Carter for the Nino speech

Rothstein in

Casino

reach with no Ginger

Everybody copy my style is infringement[Verse 2: Jadakiss]

Yeah, kill shit and get the same time Max B got

This dude with his colorful chains, rap peacocks

As far as the game, I was in it I represent it

Way back when heroin became a epidemic

And the Feds are dead, at least a certain percentage

Only hurting your image, your whole life's a gimmick

And we can't click 'cause you all petty

I done told you I'm heavy, like New York Freddie

It's a honor to meet him, a pleasure to speak with him

Trunk full of champagne bottles with leak in 'em

Street value say it's a million in each of 'em

Contracts in the hood ain't no breaching 'em

Yeah, the profit is tremendous (yup)

But the gossip is still endless, no way you can offend us

Peter Shue parties with Madonna in attendance, wow!

Old wild man, can I ask you nice?

Swimming in the dark 'cause the pool got lights

Money in the bank yeah who got dice?

Harlem World

,

Double Up

and I can pull that twice, yeah

You got ice and you got ice

Then I must got glaciers, fuck it I got paper

Looking at my house and fuck it I got acres

Drinking the liquor but not using the chaser

If rap's the desert then I'm the oasis

I guess I'm demanding a standing ovation

Look at the map I can land in locations

That's slick talk, two fifth talk

In Cali it's kush but in New York it's piff talk

Why don't you come listen to Mitch talk

Pulling the 6 off

Rich nigga that tricks off

In the telly knocking your bitch off.. Mitch[Verse 4: Styles P]

You must want me to blow your brains out

Gift when you present with niggas that move the 'caine out

Did you really know what the pain 'bout?

When you start eating and niggas come with their fangs out

You like fuck it I got my chain out

Got a couple goons but they don't know what the game 'bout

Are they really ready to bang out?

Call my guns nuts so fuck it I let 'em hang out

She rock Vera, me I'm Alexander Wang'd-out

Not that clear if I'm insane or sane now

'Cause I see the sunshine in the rain now (I see)

I could feel the loss in the game now

Since hey now, had a baby on the way now

I be strapped up like get down and lay down

No school zone, no shell in the playground

I don't fuck around, I don't sniff what I weigh, clown

Wow! Yeah

You know me you know we don't sleep

Like I was there at the Carter for the Nino speech

Rothstein in

Casino

reach with no Ginger

Everybody copy my style is infringement