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old money, new dudes - jake hole lyrics

[intro]
(j*j*j*jake hole)
(i love you, mr. hole)
old money, new dudes
yeah
trust fund music, baby
ain’t no sh*t about it, baby, it’s my grandpa’s fortune, baby
i was born rich, baby, not actually but for the sake of the song
i’m actually really broke, yeah

[verse 1]
wake up, one milly under the mattress
balmain jeans, just hopin’ that my sack fits
all men love a back*breakin’ maverick
handlin’ fat stacks of cash down at the saks fifths
imagine first*class seats, simply relaxin’
condoms and lube hidden inside the jacket
in the restroom, fluids and dude passion
big smells, sprayin’ dior cologne to help mask it
island sun, just lyin’ down and baskin’
these days, this thing ain’t ever flaccid
hotel room, five stars, still trash it
bang my dude to my own tunes blastin’
face down, cheeks up, slap it
candle wax trickle to where my crack is
off the sack, l!ck it up, no slackin’
booty juice, you done unleashed the kraken
[chorus]
will i see you in the mornin’?
if not, will you call?
new dudes, the same story
yeah, they put the money over b*lls, over b*lls
and this a maybach s*class
the type of car that makes him text back
these dudes way too cold, cold, cold
yeah, where my love and my respect at?

[verse 2]
yeah, i get it up, then i get goin’, he thought it was done, but it keep growin’
tonight, gon’ suck if he not blowin’, up on his tongue, i be tip*toein’
i’m grippin’ his nuts, i be gropin’, s*x finna be nuts, i be hopin’
i’m makin’ him bust, he be flowin’, you just gotta trust in the moment
spread it wide open if you wanna take it
pretend to stick it in like i’m pump*fakin’
get him b*tt*booty, booty*b*tt naked
i wanna see that b*tt twerkin’ and them nuts shakin’
tell me where you wanna be, i can take you home
we can take the bentley, or we can have you flown
no more pics of booty cheeks, send pics of your bone
some women lebanese, some men into the bros
one night ain’t finna cut it, i take d ‘cause i love it
sit on phones when they buzzin’, whip it out, let me rub it
he got me beggin’ on my knees
he said, “okay”, and i’m still on my knees
[chorus]
will i see you in the mornin’?
if not, will you call?
new dudes, the same story
yeah, they put the money over b*lls, over b*lls
and this a maybach s*class
the type of car that makes him text back
these dudes way too cold, cold, cold
yeah, where my love and my respect at?

- jake hole lyrics

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