Gaten Old Head lyrics
Old Head
Gaten
GENRE Instrumental
I started getting money with a old head, yeah
Then a nigga jumped in a sport
Then a nigga jumped in a Porsche
Then a nigga flew to New York
Then a nigga got them bags in
Then we trap bitch of course
Now a nigga rockin Dior
I started getting money with a old head, yeah
Then a nigga jumped in a sport
Then a nigga jumped in a Porsche
Then a nigga flew to New York
Then a nigga got them bags in
Then we trap bitch of course
Now a nigga rockin Dior
Now a nigga rockin Dior
Now a nigga got them bags in
Nigga got a real source
Nigga got a real plug , yea
Nigga got bags of the real one
Got big bud show real love yeah
U the same nigga that ran off on my buddy
I’ll get his ass whacked ain’t no love there
How the fuck niggas call you big dawg nigga you ain’t GMG stamp
I gotta couple young niggas stay with that drum nigga Ready to take a pussy nigga off the map
But fucc that I got a couple OG niggas with them Cutlass and them mfs running
Yeah a nigga hit the gas hear the bihh when it’s coming
Got a couple trap spots and they jumping
I started getting money with a old head, yeah
Then a nigga jumped in a sport
Then a nigga jumped in a Porsche
Then a nigga flew to New York
Then a nigga got them bags in
Then we trap bitch of course
Now a nigga rockin Dior
I started getting money with a old head, yeah
Then a nigga jumped in a sport
Then a nigga jumped in a Porsche
Then a nigga flew to New York
Then a nigga got them bags in
Then we trap bitch of course
Now a nigga rockin Dior
My million dollar partner put me on
Fucc what they talmbout
A nigga ran a whole 100 on the road
Idk what they talmbout
I started from the trenches riding hot box
Got these hoes riding dicc shit icebox
Nigga ran up the racks on the cool so a nigga still Riding round the city with a big glocc
Put the fire on em make his ass hop scotch
Fucc a nigga bitch take his hoe on a yacht
Fucc a nigga talmbout kicc his hoe off the yacht
Bitch I’m bout money what the hell you thought
Chasing this sack make a hoe get lost
I got nigga feelin like jacc frost
I’ll hit her with something make her lose her thought
I’ll hit her bf wit something make him lose his thought
I started getting money with a old head, yeah
Then a nigga jumped in a sport
Then a nigga jumped in a Porsche
Then a nigga flew to New York
Then a nigga got them bags in
Then we trap bitch of course
Now a nigga rockin Dior
I started getting money with a old head, yeah
Then a nigga jumped in a sport
Then a nigga jumped in a Porsche
Then a nigga flew to New York
Then a nigga got them bags in
Then we trap bitch of course
Now a nigga rockin Dior
Now a nigga rockin Dior
Now a nigga got them bags in
Nigga got a real source
Nigga got a real plug , yea
Nigga got bags of the real one
Got big bud show real love yeah
U the same nigga that ran off on my buddy
I’ll get his ass whacked ain’t no love there
How the fuck niggas call you big dawg nigga you ain’t GMG stamp
I gotta couple young niggas stay with that drum nigga Ready to take a pussy nigga off the map
But fucc that I got a couple OG niggas with them Cutlass and them mfs running
Yeah a nigga hit the gas hear the bihh when it’s coming
Got a couple trap spots and they jumping
I started getting money with a old head, yeah
Then a nigga jumped in a sport
Then a nigga jumped in a Porsche
Then a nigga flew to New York
Then a nigga got them bags in
Then we trap bitch of course
Now a nigga rockin Dior
I started getting money with a old head, yeah
Then a nigga jumped in a sport
Then a nigga jumped in a Porsche
Then a nigga flew to New York
Then a nigga got them bags in
Then we trap bitch of course
Now a nigga rockin Dior
My million dollar partner put me on
Fucc what they talmbout
A nigga ran a whole 100 on the road
Idk what they talmbout
I started from the trenches riding hot box
Got these hoes riding dicc shit icebox
Nigga ran up the racks on the cool so a nigga still Riding round the city with a big glocc
Put the fire on em make his ass hop scotch
Fucc a nigga bitch take his hoe on a yacht
Fucc a nigga talmbout kicc his hoe off the yacht
Bitch I’m bout money what the hell you thought
Chasing this sack make a hoe get lost
I got nigga feelin like jacc frost
I’ll hit her with something make her lose her thought
I’ll hit her bf wit something make him lose his thought
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