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(Fuck the other shit, we got Milo on the beat)

Ayy, old money, but the new money lookin' good

Just blew another cheque, but fuck it, lad, I'll run it up

'Member I was down, at my lowest, now it's lookin' up

I was goin' round in circles, fuckin' up (Fuckin' up)

Old money, but the new money lookin' good

Just blew another cheque, but fuck it, lad, I'll run it up

'Member when they never booked a visit, now they're bookin' us

'Member I was broke, grabbed shh and I stuck him up

Fuck it, get nicked, another strap and a gun case

For fuck's sakе, rememberin' thе look on my mum's face

Five years straight now, I've had enough, mate

Relationships are fucked, it's a matter of love-hate

People hate me, but fuck it, I love hate

How many times I left man with a cut face and buss case?

Runnin' from the police on a foot chase

Real recognise real, I've had enough fakes

Concrete jungle, surrounded by nuff snakes

Put that shit aside, get my mind in a good place

Nearly done a twelve, free my brother, he's done eight

Tracky with a bally on like, "Fuck it, I look bait"

Gloved up in sportswear, ready to push weight

Rats want beef, fuck that, lad, I cook steak

You can get it rare, I can show you how blood tastes

I'm fucked up, freeflow, lookin' for punch-ups

Free Mo, padded up, smokin' the good stuff

Free A1, that's my brother, it's nuff love

Know about me, Mal G, yeah, I've done stuff

Sick of cell searches and gettin' my stuff took

Rats are hatin' on me, but tell 'em, "It's good luck"

F, Dan, Z or Ste with a gun tucked

Violate my loved ones, I'm gettin' your **** snuffed

Rise up the thing like whenever the sun's up

Shotgun, Beretta, lad, I'll pepper your lungs up

No matter what the weather, I was gettin' my funds up (Gettin' my funds up)

I was gettin' my funds up

No matter what the weather, I was gettin' my funds up[Chorus: Mazza L20]

Ayy, old money, but the new money lookin' good

Just blew another cheque, but fuck it, lad, I'll run it up

'Member I was down, at my lowest, now it's lookin' up

I was goin' round in circles, fuckin' up (Fuckin' up)

Old money, but the new money lookin' good

Just blew another cheque, but fuck it, lad, I'll run it up

'Member when they never booked a visit, now they're bookin' us

'Member I was broke, grabbed shh and I stuck him up

Yeah, old money with some new paper (Yeah)

Notes lookin' like a newspaper (Yeah)

Gettin' posh, I need a suit tailor (Huh)

Military, man, I'm too major (Woo)

Put on weight, too much cake with the cream (Huh)

I'm still spendin' money that I made as a teen (Trust)

Baby girl got a double D in her bra

It's only right I go and put a Aitch in her jeans (Woo-ooh)

Stack money, don't lack no money

Old racks in the safe, I got flashback money (Yeah)

Rich on the net, you got Snapchat money

Better mind somebody don't tax that money (Let's go)

I've been rich, I've been broke, made a flip then a toast

Never trip 'cause I float, yeah, the kid's still the GOAT

Couple hits in the Notes, couple quid for the smoke

I'm addicted to dough, so this chick gotta go[Chorus: Mazza L20]

Ayy, old money, but the new money lookin' good

Just blew another cheque, but fuck it, lad, I'll run it up

'Member I was down, at my lowest, now it's lookin' up

I was goin' round in circles, fuckin' up (Fuckin' up)

Old money, but the new money lookin' good

Just blew another cheque, but fuck it, lad, I'll run it up

'Member when they never booked a visit, now they're bookin' us

'Member I was broke, grabbed shh and I stuck him up (Stuck him up)