New You

Look, look Momma Told me Should have Told You I am Grown now Let go Old you Old money Old hoes Old car Old shoes Old ways Old drama Old blank New you Momma Told me Should have Told You I am Grown now Let go Old you Old money Old hoes Old car Old shoes Old ways Old drama Old blank New you 22 On my rims I’m cold You aint got to tell me bitch I know Look at my wrist I think it's froze Look how the rollie don’t tick, I know 30 Thousand just to show at shows Play three times then I cop that rolls Diamonds in the ear and one in nose Same old verse you know how it goes I aint got one so I stole this flow Same rhyme scheme and y’all say it go Drop same song and y’all say I’m G.O.A.T. Talk about money, some clothes and hoes I put it all on on top of a beat You stay home but scream it’s me On your couch but you act so street All I know is that it can’t be me Momma Told me Should have Told You I am Grown now Let go Old you Old money Old hoes Old car Old shoes Old ways Old drama Old blank New you I think it’s time that we grow I think it’s time that you know I think its selfish and awfully hellish its all of this drama you bring to my door You just don’t get it; I know man I know Never will get why I’m letting you go Old things die and new things grow One thing is certain, you got go Because Momma Told me Should have Told You I am Grown now Let go Old you Old money Old hoes Old car Old shoes Old ways Old drama Old blank New you New money New clothes New friends New coupe New drive New heart New soul New news New nigga New women New talk New rules New this New that New facts New You