| [Verse 1] | |
| I miss the old u | |
| The one that held me down and kinda told the truth | |
| At Warwick every Wednesday | |
| Can’t control you | |
| Partyin’ with rappers | |
| Actin’ hoeish too | |
| You got yourself a singer, ah | |
| [Pre-Chorus] | |
| When it was on, we was on fire | |
| Even let you and your girls go whip the Ghost ‘round town | |
| Draped you head to toe in Gucci Ghost, wow | |
| And I never got a single fucking thank your from you | |
| Or, “I love you daddy” | |
| You ungrateful bitch | |
| The more the baddie, more the bratty | |
| Man, I take you out for dinners | |
| Take you shopping for them clothes | |
| Before I got so distant | |
| Ang you got so fucking cold | |
| [Chorus] | |
| I miss the old you | |
| I miss the old you | |
| I used to hold you | |
| I used to hold you | |
| And that ain’t cost nothing, baby | |
| Real love don’t cost a motherfuckin’ penny | |
| I miss the old me | |
| I miss the way I used to be | |
| I miss the old me | |
| And now these drugs controllin’ me | |
| It’s all your fault, baby | |
| Still reaching for that Henny | |
| [Post-Chorus] | |
| And I never got a single fuckin’ thank you from you | |
| Or, “I love you daddy” | |
| You ungrateful bitch | |
| The more the baddie, more the bratty | |
| Man, I take you out for dinners | |
| Take you shopping for them clothes | |
| Before I got so rich and couldn’t trust none of these hoes | |
| I miss the old you | |
| (Take you shopping for them clothes | |
| Before I got so distant | |
| And you got so fucking cold) | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| I miss the old you | |
| Before you fucked | |
| G-Eazy | |
| Both the Migos too | |
| Started bumping 21 and NAV | |
| Just ‘cause we do | |
| On the slow notes, late night | |
| Beartrap, mansionz | |
| I got snoozegod on my right | |
| I pour a four up in my Sprite | |
| [Pre-Chorus] | |
| When it was on, we was on fire | |
| Even let you and your girls go whip the Ghost ‘round town | |
| Draped you head to toe in Gucci Ghost, wow | |
| And I never got a single fucking thank your from you | |
| Or, “I love you daddy” | |
| You ungrateful bitch | |
| The more the baddie, more the bratty | |
| Man, I take you out for dinners | |
| Take you shopping for them clothes | |
| Before I got so distan | |
| Ang you got so fucking cold | |
| [Chorus] | |
| I miss the old you | |
| I miss the old you | |
| I used to hold you | |
| I used to hold you | |
| And that ain’t cost nothing, baby | |
| Real love don’t cost a motherfuckin’ penny | |
| I miss the old me | |
| I miss the way I used to be | |
| I miss the old me | |
| And now these drugs controllin’ me | |
| It’s all your fault, baby | |
| Still reaching for that Henny | |
| [Post-Chorus] | |
| And I never got a single fuckin’ thank you from you | |
| Or, “I love you daddy” | |
| You ungrateful bitch | |
| The more the baddie, more the bratty | |
| Man, I take you out for dinners | |
| Take you shopping for them clothes | |
| Before I got so rich and couldn’t trust none of these hoes | |
| I miss the old you | |
| I miss the old you | |
| I miss the old you | |
| I miss the old you | |
| I miss the old you | |
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