Courtney Kelly - Vintage Old Lyrics

If you were my man and you want another chance
Then you gotta do what
If you were my man and you
Gotta make it up to me

If you were man and you want another chance
Then you gotta do what
Gotta make it up to me
If you were man and you want another chance
Then you gotta do what
Gotta make it up to me
Give me x's, give me o's
Give me diamonds, give me gold
Keep me laced, keep me cold
In that new new, vintage, old

Charles in Chicago thinking he still got a chance
If I ever do that, gotta make him do the money dance
Runnin' man, send him to the bank for me, why
'Cause I can't love no ex for no less than a hundred bands
I don't hold no grudge, but what he did to me
It had lasting effects, so he gotta cut the check
For my pain and my suffering
Don't have that Wi-Fi buffering
When I'm at your house spending your check on the internet
I recall DeVoe gave me drawings of a rose
I balled 'em up and yelled out Kobe on the throw
In the trash, in the past, I just gave niggas a pass
Now they say they sorry with some Fenty and my favorite lash

If you were man and you want another chance
Then you gotta do what
Gotta make it up to me
If you were man and you want another chance
Then you gotta do what
Gotta make it up to me
Give me x's, give me o's
Give me diamonds, give me gold
Keep me laced, keep me cold
In that new new, vintage, old

I need two hundred an apology
Build a shrine to me, yeah light me up an effigy
Don't be idol with me, gotta chase me
Wells Fargo, Venture One, Chase me
Cash App, pay me
Cop me two of 'em like I'm Cagney and Lacey
Spacey, house full of cards
Tellin' me you sorry and you trying real hard
To make amends, well how much you tryna spend
It's some shoes that came out, I want every color they come in
Let me get a jacket for Jackie, trip to Aruba for Azusha
However you say her name, it don't matter it's all the same
Yeah you niggas all the same, you try to play the Court
But cheating on me that's a rich man sport
I'll take your money and still go and find a new man
Take that same money buy him Nikes and some Jumpman
I'll take your money and still go and find a new man
My new man do me right and he still have me up in Neiman's

He give me x's, he give me o's
He give me diamonds, he give me gold
He keep me laced, he keep me cold
In that new new, vintage, old

If you were my man, you'll never get a second chance
Even if you do what
Try to make it up to meIf you were my man and you want another chance
Then you gotta do what
If you were my man and you
Gotta make it up to me

If you were man and you want another chance
Then you gotta do what
Gotta make it up to me
If you were man and you want another chance
Then you gotta do what
Gotta make it up to me
Give me x's, give me o's
Give me diamonds, give me gold
Keep me laced, keep me cold
In that new new, vintage, old

Charles in Chicago thinking he still got a chance
If I ever do that, gotta make him do the money dance
Runnin' man, send him to the bank for me, why
'Cause I can't love no ex for no less than a hundred bands
I don't hold no grudge, but what he did to me
It had lasting effects, so he gotta cut the check
For my pain and my suffering
Don't have that Wi-Fi buffering
When I'm at your house spending your check on the internet
I recall DeVoe gave me drawings of a rose
I balled 'em up and yelled out Kobe on the throw
In the trash, in the past, I just gave niggas a pass
Now they say they sorry with some Fenty and my favorite lash

If you were man and you want another chance
Then you gotta do what
Gotta make it up to me
If you were man and you want another chance
Then you gotta do what
Gotta make it up to me
Give me x's, give me o's
Give me diamonds, give me gold
Keep me laced, keep me cold
In that new new, vintage, old

I need two hundred an apology
Build a shrine to me, yeah light me up an effigy
Don't be idol with me, gotta chase me
Wells Fargo, Venture One, Chase me
Cash App, pay me
Cop me two of 'em like I'm Cagney and Lacey
Spacey, house full of cards
Tellin' me you sorry and you trying real hard
To make amends, well how much you tryna spend
It's some shoes that came out, I want every color they come in
Let me get a jacket for Jackie, trip to Aruba for Azusha
However you say her name, it don't matter it's all the same
Yeah you niggas all the same, you try to play the Court
But cheating on me that's a rich man sport
I'll take your money and still go and find a new man
Take that same money buy him Nikes and some Jumpman
I'll take your money and still go and find a new man
My new man do me right and he still have me up in Neiman's

He give me x's, he give me o's
He give me diamonds, he give me gold
He keep me laced, he keep me cold
In that new new, vintage, old

If you were my man, you'll never get a second chance
Even if you do what
Try to make it up to me