New Money, Old Devils Songtext
von Belly

Syrup by the gallon, you could fuck around and mud wrestle (shit)
Cocaine riding on a blood vessel
Schemin′ like a demon, she been dealin' with her own devils (demon)
Heart like the stones that′s on a gold bezel
Cold metal sat on my waist, case they don't know better (what)
Penthouse at the Ritz, she on her own level (oh)
New money bring out the old devils (oh)
New money bring out the old devils

They told me not to stoop to his level, I'm from the bottom so
I was on the stoop with the devils, Gomorrah, Sodom, ho
Let attention get to his head, you know I got ′em though
Who′s really fucking with me?

Not a soul
Now that I'm alone
I fathered a lot of clones
Got a private home to do acid and play the xylophone
All this powder got ′em grindin' on this bottom row
Sniffin′ Hillary, I knew that shit would rot 'em though


25 years worth of drugs in my follicles
Bird eye view, third eye with the monocle
Fuckin′ with me ain't economical
You never been stand-up, that shit really comical

I'm always like, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Laugh, giggle, guffaw
I would rather admire my idols from afar
Bizarre, we know you ain′t hard, cut the facade
Aw, we know you Aladdin playin′ Jafar

Syrup by the gallon, you could fuck around and mud wrestle (shit)
Cocaine riding on a blood vessel
Schemin' like a demon, she′s been dealin' with her own devils (demon)
Heart like the stones that′s on a gold bezel
Cold metal sat on my waist, case they don't know better (what?)
Penthouse at the Ritz, she on her own level (oh)
New money bring out the old devils (oh)
New money bring out the old devils (bring out the old devils...)

New money bring out the old devils (bring out the old devils)
New money bring out the old devils (bring out the old devils)