[Intro]
Daddy, I wanna ride in that old school today
You wanna ride in that old school, what you wanna ride in that fo'?
I'm tryna get this money, man
Oh, yeah? What you know about getting money?
See you're gonna be a problem just like your older brother, fool
I ain't mad at you though, sun is hot, huh?
Guess I might as well shine on a few today
Aight [bad word] on!
Where my keys at?

[Verse 1: Trae]
I gotta hit this corner homie
Real anticipation [bad word] i was getting money
couple [bad word] hating
couple [bad word] waiting too
Tell them to pick a number
Look like laguna,kinda hard to keep them getting under
I'm in my old school,swingin like i'm stevie wonder
They say my wrist don't make sense ,i call them dumb and dumber
I track your feel through half these women call me trae [bad word] I keep a shooter riding with that oklahoma thunder
When he done he switch up cities like if he james harding
You about that wood? i like to beg your [bad word] pardon
You better find someone to play with
I'm in my old school coolin [bad word] Better not say [bad word] 
(hook 1)
Hit the block homie,shine on them like lights
Let the ceiling take flight(in my old school)
Beat the [bad word] on them
Let the 4's poke out so [bad word] niggas be about(in my old school)
couple women with with me,ain't hard to see what they about
So much [bad word] they can't get out(in my old school)
It ain't no point of flexing
I grab my 6 and money until my [bad word] out
(in my old school)

(verse 2)

Keep more wood than a cabin [bad word] what really happen?
Paint hard as [bad word] leather soft as a napkin
Yeah the [bad word] leaning corners like it's purple rain
I'm moving slow with somthing floating on them purple planes
Body thick as [bad word] picture in the perfect frame
Lord knows i only seen her [bad word] i never heard her name
The black stayed up,terrific king like the national champ
Real [bad word] exercizing till i catch a cramp
Slow loud and banging when i'm itching the other chick to stand
Fore i pull my rank and send the word to rearrange the camp
Im in my old school,this whip cold fool
Earthquake,i have it beatin through your soul fool

(hook 1)

(hook 2)
Brown cadillac,white chevrolet
All day every day (in my old school)
Candy paint dripping,man i ain't ever slipping
Yeah i'm 20 cripping (in my old school)
As i move the crowd
With the windows down
Banging that motown
Blowing the dogg pound
They tell me "slow down"
(In my old school)

(verse 3)
Times wasting ,i'm going to go get it
Drop the top,lifting out cities
Squat it, got it, feeling good
Rolling around my neighborhood
Bossing up,tossing up cash
Glass house  [bad word] drag
Go to the store and get me one more
Low riders,real fo
Cali cronics is all that we blow
Trae the [bad word] right from the intro
So when you get down to your last few dollars
Really wanna sell it but you don't wanna holler
Laid laid back back
Lean lean to the side
AC blowing,now you know it
How we rolling to the west side

(hook 2)