New Money (feat. Lil ManMan) 歌詞

Ayy, new year, new money I'm still counting old hundreds I just play my role, I can't control how these hoes coming He fresh off parole, he told them folks that he don't know nothing I cut off my bro 'cause he was bold, that nigga stole from me Slatt 'em, leave his nose running This my bro gunning I ran up a hundred racks like it was nothing They say: Why you still be hustling? They ask why I still be thugging They ask how I came from nothing I ain't come this far for nothing (let's do it) Fuck that shit, I came from nothing Made six figures, I ain't twenty-one I'm the same nigga from the same block Still running 'round with them hand Glocks I done ran it up, nigga ran out Said they had a plan, they ain't plan out She was fucking with me, she a fan now I'm real stepper, bring a band out I'm getting new money every day, literally They tryna do what I do, that's mini me I got lil' bro on the back, make him get on your ass He'll light this bitch up like a Christmas tree They making posts on the 'Gram, they don't mention me I'm getting paid, I don't care 'bout who dissing me They throwing shots but ain't none of 'em hitting me (nah, literally) Ayy, new year, new money I'm still counting old hundreds I just play my role, I can't control how these hoes coming He fresh off parole, he told them folks that he don't know nothing I cut off my bro 'cause he was bold, that nigga stole from me Slatt 'em, leave his nose running This my bro gunning I ran up a hundred racks like it was nothing They say: Why you still be hustling? They ask why I still be thugging They ask how I came from nothing I ain't come this far for nothing (let's do it) I know they don't like me now I done changed my life around Bitches wanna play wifey now Niggas play, we wipe 'em down I crack all my cards for the key They say that he from the jet to the street I ain't fucking wit' you, you ain't fucking wit' me We have that stick just to get what we need Know that's a shame 'cause I'm doing my thing I don't give a fuck, I got weight on the chain Now I'm going to Miami, I'm from the trenches They said I couldn't, I went out and did it (oh) I told lil' FN: I look like a killer He ain't no rapper, that's FN DaDealer I got a rich ho, she watching her figure I got a fit and they watching the nigga Ayy, new year, new money I'm still counting old hundreds I just play my role, I can't control how these hoes coming He fresh off parole, he told them folks that he don't know nothing I cut off my bro 'cause he was bold, that nigga stole from me Slatt 'em, leave his nose running This my bro gunning I ran up a hundred racks like it was nothing They say: Why you still be hustling? They ask why I still be thugging They ask how I came from nothing I ain't come this far for nothing (let's do it)