[Part I: Old Me]

[Intro]
Why you n***as tryna turn me to the old me, no, please, yeah
Oh, right now, need a new girl that's really over me, yeah
Why you n***as tryna turn me to the old me, yeah, no, please, yeah
This a curse, that’s over me (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Got bitches backstage, some in nosebleeds, yeah (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Jordan's on, fire, OGs, yeah
You ain't never make a million dollars overseas (Yeah)
I ain’t ever meet a bitch that's really over me (Yeah)
I don't really want that pussy, put that throat on me, yеah (What?)

[Verse 1]
I went to Australia just to meet with my mate (Just to meet with my mate), yеah
I done bought everything out the mall, I don't have taste (I don't got taste, yeah)
I do not care 'bout none of your feelings, I just want the cake (Yeah)
I do not care 'bout none of them n***as, I'm just out the way (Just out the way)
I do not care ’bout none of that pussy, I just want the face (I just want the face)
And you know I might just play with the dough like it’s made out of clay (Might just play with the dough)
Not in no section, just do what you want, better watch what you say (Better watch what you say)
I think she want me 'cause I made half a million, that’s right in a day (That's right in a day)
I remember when my pockets they were small eye in a way, yeah
I remember when I didn't even have nowhere to stay (Nowhere to stay)
Did not happen overnight, but it felt like a day
Whippin' up Maguire, and I ain’t talkin' Tobey
[Part II: Stoner]

[Intro]
(Wait, where am I?)
Then I told ya, roll up (What?)
You got a man (Yeah), so what? (Yeah)
But I know that you'll go, say he got little dough, grow up (Ayy)

[Chorus]
I move like a stoner (Stoner), yeah
I rolled down my window, yeah, what's the aroma?
Your girl in my passenger seat and she handle the boner (Ayy, woah)
Yellow diamond on my neck, yeah, this shit look like Homer (Huh?)
Bad bitch, she came to the trap and my girl, she love mocha (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Okay, my bro in the kitchen, he whippin' the soda (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm not the type of n***a that's gon' try to provoke her (Ayy, ayy)
But I got a strap, it so big that it fit on my shoulder (Yeah)
I got the bread on me, burn through that shit like the toaster (Ayy)
Told ya (Yeah), iced out (Ayy), colder (Let's go)
Got my Glock out (Baow), soldier (Yeah)
These n***as fake as a motherfucker, I swear to God that I can't even relate (At all, woo)
These n***as fake as a motherfucker, I swear to God that I can't even relate (At all, I can't)
These same n***as in your face is the same n***as that will prolly take off your plate (On God)
I could just take out an M today, I could just jump on a jet to LA
Alright, don't talk to these n***as, don't play with these n***as
'Cause they already can't relate
Bae, I told ya (Yeah), roll up (Roll it up)
You got a man (Huh?), so what?
But I know you go up
He got little dough, grow up
[Chorus]
I move like a stoner (Stoner), yeah
I rolled down my window, yeah, what's the aroma?
Your girl in my passenger seat and she handle the boner (Ayy, woah)
Yellow diamond on my neck, yeah, this shit look like Homer
Bad bitch, she came to the trap and my girl, she love mo—