[Intro — spoken, low, over 808] Yeah… Old money, new cash… Blue glass on the dash… They say money talks… But it never says the truth. [Verse 1] Old money, new cash, blue glass on the dash, Beat too fast, make the whole room crash. Everyone’s somebody till the lights go down, Then you find out who you are when there’s no one around. I built my name on a borrowed flame, Now I’m standing in the smoke, asking who’s to blame. Coat of gold, but the bones are cold, Every dollar that I made took a piece of my soul. [Chorus] One more fifty, get the business started up, Where my bars at? Hope I brought enough. Double take, triple take, they still awake, But nobody sees the price that I had to pay. Old money, new cash, blue glass, no brakes, I don’t chase, I attract — but what does that make? A man with a crown and an empty plate, Rich in the light, but in the dark I’m fake. [Verse 2] What the hell? Give me one more round, I was lost in the silence, now I’m king of the sound. But a crown don’t mean a thing when the throne is made of glass, One crack and the whole damn kingdom falls fast. They double take, they triple take, But none of them know the man behind the mask I make. No more shade, no more doubt, I built the wave — but can I ride it out? [Bridge — quieter, tense] Old money, new cash, same soul, But money don’t fill what the heart calls home. Blue glass, beat too fast, I don’t look back — but I can’t outrun the past. [Outro — whispered, fading] Ayy… Blue glass… Beat too fast… Money talks… But the silence speaks last. Yeah.
