New Money

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Gucci on me, check (21), Hermes, check (check)
Louis V, check, yeah, Fendi cost a check (yeah)
Diamonds on my neck (yeah), I make your bitch wet (yeah)
Treat me like a king (yeah), no disrespect (21)
Show you how to ball (ball), meet me at the mall (mall)
She said, "Why you bark?" Bitch, I'm a dog (roof)
Went and bought a 'Rari (21), left the shit parked (parked)
I ain't with the Twitter shit, I let it spark (fah)

Gucci garments, kush smell like armpits
You domestic, all I ride is foreign shit
Sippin' Hi-Tech and I got a hot TEC
I got new money, it ain't even out yet
You went bought a plane ticket, but I chartered it
Tryna hit your main thing, let me borrow it
Sippin' Hi-Tech and I got a hot TEC
I got new money, it ain't even out yet

Ridin' in a coupe (21), tryna find a route (yeah)
Draco in the seat make you chicken noodle soup (yeah)
Jumped out the stu' (yeah), never wore a suit (21)
Rap niggas come around Savage, get screwed (on God)
Fuck my best partner, make the bitch drop him (on God)
Never sold drugs, nigga, I'm a robber (yeah)
Lil' bitch bother, hit dawg, holler
Hit my first lick, went and bought a Marni collar (on God)

Gucci garments, kush smell like armpits
You domestic, all I ride is foreign shit
Sippin' Hi-Tech and I got a hot TEC
I got new money, it ain't even out yet
You went bought a plane ticket, but I chartered it
Tryna hit your main thing, let me borrow it
Sippin' Hi-Tech and I got a hot TEC
I got new money, it ain't even out yet

Gucci garments, kush smell like armpits
You domestic, all I ride is foreign shit
Sippin' Hi-Tech and I got a hot TEC
I got new money, it ain't even out yet
You went bought a plane ticket, but I chartered it
Tryna hit your main thing
Sippin' Hi-Tech and I got a hot TEC
I got new money, it ain't even out yet



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Writer(s): Adam Richard Wiles, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-joseph
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