Old Money (part. Jasiel Nuñez)

Check it out, look at that pretty girl who just showed up
But she likes the bad boys, and oh well, I’m Satan
If she’s riding with me in the truck, she lights up and starts to dance

I’ve got friends who are wild, they’re tough as hell
They cause chaos, better not mess with them, let them do their thing
Play some corridos, let Chalino play, and let’s get to drinking

I’m in love, I’ve got my game and my hustle, and cash ain’t lacking
I’m a thoughtful guy, and a jerk if I’ve been treated wrong
Never cross the line, or you’ll find out what’s up
I’m exclusive, if someone else has it, fuck that, I don’t want the same
My style is all about the money, I love the look
The shades for the sun are all Cartier, baby
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Got cash to spend, the bills keep coming in, and honestly, I’m not gonna stop
When you’re down and out, you’ll definitely attract the bad
That’s why people always see me as a positive vibe

To heat up a bottle in the valley, your lips taste like red wine
You love passing the smoke, you get even more lit
I smell expensive, you get close, you kiss me, the night slips away

I’m in love, I’ve got my game and my hustle, and cash ain’t lacking
I’m a thoughtful guy, and a jerk if I’ve been treated wrong
Never cross the line, or you’ll find out what’s up
I’m exclusive, if someone else has it, fuck that, I don’t want the same
My style is all about the money, I love the look
The shades for the sun are all Cartier, baby

I’m in love, I’ve got my game and my hustle, and cash ain’t lacking
I’m a thoughtful guy, and a jerk if I’ve been treated wrong
Never cross the line, or you’ll find out what’s up
I’m exclusive, if someone else has it, fuck that, I don’t want the same
My style is all about the money, I love the look
The shades for the sun are all Cartier, baby
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh