Fiend - My Old Lady lyrics

[Fiend] Yeah, this is the excited private better know as sleepy eyed Jones Capone Better know to yall as Fiend Im here with Prime Suspects, and Snoop I wanna dedicate this to my old lady [Fiend-Chorus] Nah, Do you know my old lady (Quarter key, Quarter key) Tell me what she do for me (Quarter key, Quarter key) Helping feed my family (Quarter key, Quarter key) All my n***as named her "D" (Quarter Key, Quarter key) Nah, Do you know my old lady (Quarter Key, Quarter key) Tell me what she do for me (Quarter Key, Quarter key) Helping feed my family (Quarter Key, Quarter key) All my n***as named her "D" (Quarter Key, Quarter key) Can't keep her a** off the streets my old lady [Fiend] The one that got me pushing mercedes The one that made all yall buster n***as shady She made everyday in the hood in the hood just gravy Kept me thinkin that gang a n***as named Jackers was gon play me See my baby, would amase me, when she hit the block Her dycker names are grams, pizza, and rye What she got ain't no need for another b**h But its so hard, I dont seen brothers k** brothers quick Mothers done lie sick, from ,meeting up with my girl She done make my pockets fat from Curuptin world But see dont let hr high tonight Cause she'll make you end your life tonight [Chorus] [Snoop] I have a lot of b**hes I made a lot of riches I f**ed a lot of b**hes Which is the reason I fell in love with her I never meant to hit her She's the preachers daughter And Quarter Key is what they call her She's a Chi town baller, checking cheese from new orleans Then she ship it down to her folks uptown in Harlem When my chips get low, that's what my old lady for Can you hear me dawg n***a, do you feel me dawg All my n***as in the game feel the same way Getting honey for the money, then cut like O.J My lifestyle is crazy im living way to shady Im at the pad acting bad my old lady [Chorus] [Uzi] She drive me crazy can't keep her off the streets A down b**h, down to make me rich, she hot, she makes me keep some heat Some say I switch cause I left my boy for that girl But they tripping, she's TRU 2 me, they tryin' blues so let that b**h run My world she understanding never demanding And never overweight, when I go to jail she post bail And when Im hungry she fixes a plate she's playa hated By these s**er, and jomie they wanted the beef She kept my homies paid I know they like her Because they nicknamed her "D" [Glock] My old lady snow jumped off the poacher Native four expensive hoe she balls cutthroat With gangstas cross if you here to one time Ain't no flossing, but if you pimp the b**h and stack the grits She make em good money they hoe hype stand on the block all day Long police mad, can't stand my b**h game plan Slick with her should I love money making b**h She got that fire, got all that junk and boy 6 [New 9] My old lady be the thug hoe You n***as wanna love, my old lady tattoo slug bouncin That a** in the club my old lady got the tweakers,tweakers And she love when I beat he with that B-12, and watch it swell Making my paper on the streets, ugh and since I Pimp her so sweeter it comes back to me A boss b**h, every n***a wanna please But they better get the f** from around me, soul survivors, up in it Pimp that hoe for me from that LAP, to the LBC now pimp that hoe for me *Chorus til end*