Old Ways Song Lyrics

Old Ways by Young Dolph

(Let the BandPlay)
(Ayo, BandPlay)

Drinkin’ Ace of Spades, no Rosé, ayy
Celebratin’ with the gang, bring a whole case (What’s today?)
Every day my birthday, I just want some more cake (Yeah, yeah)
Used to have a plug in San José (Yeah)
First thing that he asked me “So, what’s your name?” (Yeah)
Money hungry, young and dumb, ain’t got no brain (Yeah)
On the e-way in somethin’ fast, foot to the floor, man (Yoom)
Damn, that pussy good, I wanna give her my last name (Hol’ up)
Then I had my lil’ boy, that sh*t changed my whole world (Tre Tre)
A couple of years later (What?), now here come my lil’ girl (Aria)
I don’t work for myself no more, I work for them, respect it (Yeah)
Everythin’ in my past, that’s my passion, I can’t help it (Yeah)

I love my baby mama to death, but she don’t trust me (Goddamn)
I asked her would she marry me, she didn’t say nothin’ (Goddamn)
I’m sorry, baby, I can only be me, a hustler (Goddamn)
Trap nigga, but my household look like The Huxtables (Yeah, yeah)
She think that I’m still stuck in my old ways (Uh)
Goddamn, I love the trap, I miss the old days (Uh)
Ridin’ around in the Ponyville with my throwaway (Uh)
Now I just make millions, might listen to some OJ’s

Hol’ up, right, quick, let me straighten up my ring
This motherf**ker kinda big, you know
(Ayo, BandPlay)

I don’t play with these lil’ niggas, I got kids at home (Uh-uh)
My b**ch always get mad at me when I’m gone too long
Ayy, came outside today, with all these rocks on (Rocks)
Niggas feel my sh*t in they soul, like a ‘Pac song (Oof)
That’s an investment, not an ordinary watch on (Hey, hey)
Keep some bam-bam bad rocks on (Rocks)
Told my b**ch I know I’m a dog, so, nah, you not wrong (Nah)
I’m just runnin’ streets with my dawgs, when I’m not home (Yeah)
Skinny nigga, bankroll chubby (Yeah)
Ain’t nobody gon’ love me the way you love me (Yeah, yeah)
I’m ‘posed to be still on the block, thuggin’ (Yeah, yeah)
Girl, I’m on your ass, just like some huggies (Like some huggies)

I love my baby mama to death, but she don’t trust me (Goddamn)
I asked her would she marry me, she didn’t say nothin’ (Goddamn)
I’m sorry, baby, I can only be me, a hustler (Goddamn)
Trap nigga, but my household look like The Huxtables (Yeah, yeah)
She think that I’m still stuck in my old ways (Uh)
Goddamn, I love the trap, I miss the old days (Uh)
Ridin’ around in the Ponyville with my throwaway (Uh)
Now I just make millions, might listen to some OJ’s (Yeah)