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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)