Old Fashion (feat. ConArtist) Video (MV)

Ok, your girl check me out she must be a cashier
I think she like me cause ya know ya boy is so cavalier
And in my future I got mansions, cars, and chandeliers
You ain't got nothing to fear
I'm in a new stratosphere
Now check it
I'm breaking it down a bit
My flow is cash, you counterfeit
Your losses stacking up to Himalayan mountain tips (gross)
I debit my assets while you credit liabilities
Your woman keeps telling me all about her fertility (woah)
I show up in cufflinks to the soirée
Bubbles all in my champagne, donate to campaigns
Whiskey in the crystal, punchlines by the fistful
Kissing on her neck and it's blissful, just know that I'm old fashioned

Put your glasses in the air (I'm old fashioned)
Getting tipsy like we just don't give a care (I'm old fashioned)
Pretty women go and shake your derrière (I'm old fashioned)
Gatsby in the house tonight

Live by the gentlemen code
Kill and attacking these flows
Suit and tie on me I'm dripping in gold
Got your girl on me, coincidental?
Origami napkins I watch 'em unfold
Jazz at the bar and I'm loving them notes
I run the game like Super Nintendo
When I walk in the room bet they give me a toast (aye)
Ay dios mio, ella es muy guapa
The type of girl you take out to tapas
Shake it like maracas then she dancing on ya like La Cucaracha
And baby got an appetite on her, El Chupacabra (oh boy)
Ha, she nibble on me like piranhas
Gal Gadot, body of a goddess
We at Bahamas
And she like her drinks mixed like Obama
So I'ma have to drop the mic on 'em
I told 'em all I'm old fashioned

Put your glasses in the air (I'm old fashioned)
Getting tipsy like we just don't give a care (I'm old fashioned)
Pretty women go and shake your derrière (I'm old fashioned)
Gatsby in the house tonight

Ok we back at the start
Give me a reason to rip it apart
They play my songs at the party, Hey Mambo!, Confetti I hope that you ready
Every bar that I'm dropping is heavy
And I'm dressing sharp you get cut like machetes

And wearing all white at my wedding
Ten thou- thread count on my bedding
I'll put seven grand in the pot
Big blind but I stagger my betting
I frequent green tables a lot
Roll 'em and give it a shot
And see what I got
Or call on my dare
Hold 'em or fold 'em I don't really care
My assets are golden complexion is fair
A couple of million in shares
And none of it's dirty
I'm all on the rise like after the 30's
Your money is hurting
Not done with my twenties already I'm winning
A barren adult so I'm never kidding
The bidding's never quitting
Folded legs yeah I'm sitting
I got a bib but still I'm spilling
Under invisible ceilings
And caviar with all the trimmings
Wearin' white coasts while we rappin'
No really. I'm never nappin'
Make a toast to old money
Cuz I'm stackin' like you couldn't imagine
I'm eatin' food as if it wasn't rationed
I need a napkin
Collect my Rolls from valet
Like you need a caption cuz
Cause it just so happens that I'm old fashioned

Put your glasses in the air (I'm old fashioned)
Getting tipsy like we just don't give a care (I'm old fashioned)
Pretty women go and shake your derrière (I'm old fashioned)
Gatsby in the house tonight