I miss the old you 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 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 fuckin' thank you from you Or, "I love you daddy" You ungrateful bitch The more the baddie, more the bratty Man, I'd take you out for dinners Take you shopping for them clothes Before I got so distant And you got so fucking cold 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 the Henny 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'd 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) I miss the old you Before you fucked G-Eazy Both the Migos too Started bumping 21 And now just 'cause we do On the slow notes, late night Beartrap, mansionz I got snoozegod on my right I pour a 4 up in my Sprite 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 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 distant And you got so fucking cold 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 they 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 the Henny 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