New Money
How you started from the bottom
Now you winning
Why these niggas
Wanna kill you
Bout they women
How you flexxin
All that money
How you get it
Stop watching what I'm doing
And mind yo business
I got dubs, fifties, hunnids
And they crispy
I ain't gon neva
Leave that house
Wit out that Timmy
D'ont need them niggas round
If I ain't winning
And I
D'ont
Want no bitch around
If she ain't
Gon listen
I most
Definitely
Ain't gon let em
In my business
Why you asking
All these questions
B you trippin
Since a youngin
Coming up
Nahwl
I wasn't friendly
I been wiping niggas nose
Since elementary
Told ma dukes
She gon have bread
Like Oprah Winfrey
Want you dead
Yo niggas starving
Drop a ten piece
You know I got it out the mud
Check my rap sheet
I got snakes ready ta blitz
Ain't wit the rap beef
I make the pussy get the money
Got her slangin
You spend
Yo money on some pussy
What you thanking
Tryna knock me off my feet
But I'm the goat b
And you ain't gon
Neva ever
Catch me on some
Broke s
How you started from the bottom
Now you winning
Why these niggas
Wanna kill you
Bout they women
How you flexxin
All that money
How you get it
Stop watching what I'm doing
And mind yo business
I got dubs, fifties, hunnids
And they crispy
I ain't gon neva
Leave that house
Wit out that Jimmy
D'ont need them niggas round
If they ain't wit me
And I
D'ont
Want no bitch around
If she ain't
Gon listen
I can't let em ride my wave
They gotta sink
And dropped some magnums on your brain
Fuck was you thinking
She can't wait to fuck on Trueyy
Got her anxious
But f a b
You know I rather
F a Franklin
Scrape from the sewer
But I know hoes who say I ain't shit
Ain't being funny
I'm just laughing
To the bank b
I'm getting money
It ain't nothing
That I can't get
I don't sit
Chew or move
Wit out that rocket
Post the straps
Boy you know
That you ain't bout it
Showing racks
Boy you know
That you ain't got it
Do my dirt
Get in my bag
Stay out the way
But you know
I get new money
Every day
How you started from the bottom
Now you winning
Why these niggas
Wanna kill you
Bout they women
How you flexxin
All that money
How you get it
Stop watching what I'm doing
And mind yo business
I got dubs, fifties, hunnids
And they crispy
I ain't gon neva
Leave that house
Wit out that Timmy
D'ont need them niggas round
If they aint wit me
And I
D'ont
Want no bitch around
If she ain't
Gon listen
Now you winning
Why these niggas
Wanna kill you
Bout they women
How you flexxin
All that money
How you get it
Stop watching what I'm doing
And mind yo business
I got dubs, fifties, hunnids
And they crispy
I ain't gon neva
Leave that house
Wit out that Timmy
D'ont need them niggas round
If I ain't winning
And I
D'ont
Want no bitch around
If she ain't
Gon listen
I most
Definitely
Ain't gon let em
In my business
Why you asking
All these questions
B you trippin
Since a youngin
Coming up
Nahwl
I wasn't friendly
I been wiping niggas nose
Since elementary
Told ma dukes
She gon have bread
Like Oprah Winfrey
Want you dead
Yo niggas starving
Drop a ten piece
You know I got it out the mud
Check my rap sheet
I got snakes ready ta blitz
Ain't wit the rap beef
I make the pussy get the money
Got her slangin
You spend
Yo money on some pussy
What you thanking
Tryna knock me off my feet
But I'm the goat b
And you ain't gon
Neva ever
Catch me on some
Broke s
How you started from the bottom
Now you winning
Why these niggas
Wanna kill you
Bout they women
How you flexxin
All that money
How you get it
Stop watching what I'm doing
And mind yo business
I got dubs, fifties, hunnids
And they crispy
I ain't gon neva
Leave that house
Wit out that Jimmy
D'ont need them niggas round
If they ain't wit me
And I
D'ont
Want no bitch around
If she ain't
Gon listen
I can't let em ride my wave
They gotta sink
And dropped some magnums on your brain
Fuck was you thinking
She can't wait to fuck on Trueyy
Got her anxious
But f a b
You know I rather
F a Franklin
Scrape from the sewer
But I know hoes who say I ain't shit
Ain't being funny
I'm just laughing
To the bank b
I'm getting money
It ain't nothing
That I can't get
I don't sit
Chew or move
Wit out that rocket
Post the straps
Boy you know
That you ain't bout it
Showing racks
Boy you know
That you ain't got it
Do my dirt
Get in my bag
Stay out the way
But you know
I get new money
Every day
How you started from the bottom
Now you winning
Why these niggas
Wanna kill you
Bout they women
How you flexxin
All that money
How you get it
Stop watching what I'm doing
And mind yo business
I got dubs, fifties, hunnids
And they crispy
I ain't gon neva
Leave that house
Wit out that Timmy
D'ont need them niggas round
If they aint wit me
And I
D'ont
Want no bitch around
If she ain't
Gon listen
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Writer(s): Marquize Perry
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