New Things

Boi its a new time
I got a new grind
Just like a new day
I got a new shine
Bought me some new shoes
For me and the whip
Got me some new things
Feel good then a bitch
Boi its a new time
Doing some new things
Making some new moves
Doing it new ways
Just got a new check
Spend it on new things
Out wit the old in with the new
Coming up I got new hate

I been kinda cocky
Getting lit just light
Give af bout who don't like me
You can shut up bitch or fight me
All this night life shit excite me
Ask me how I get this far
I just do this shit like Nike
Every night I'm Going hard
24 shots to the dome
Might need some help getting Home
Level I'm on is unknown
I'm taking chances you don't
Explore your bitch and move on
Spreding my song like bubonic Plague
My life is real I heard yours was Staged
Think you gone win then let's Bet a wage
It bout money it's in the way
I'm waking up in a better place
I want it all give me everything
Niggas be cool when they in your Face
Thought u was real but you Really fake
Girls hear my shit wanna Masturbate
My time is here nigga you too Late
After the money watch niggas Hate
I'm on the road been a second Great
They tryna stick with my lifestyle
I need my money like right now
No time for fronting act right Now
See the chains on me shine Bright now
Traveled by cars I take flights Now
Bottles in club Aint no take shots Now
I want it all till its lights out
You can not have it it's my style

Boi its a new time
I got a new grind
Just like a new day
I got a new shine
Bought me some new shoes
For me and the whip
Got me some new things
Feel good then a bitch
Boi its a new time
Doing some new things
Making some new moves
Doing it new ways
Just got a new check
Spend it on new things
Out with the old in with the new
Coming up I got new hate

Hold up Mayne let me get it
Gotta maintain the octane never Winded
Pedal to the medal whole Brain Cobain
Main frame go blame my city left Me gifted
Any point could've drifted
Became a whole doctor or a Copper
Something real proper
Instead I'm on the doppler
Load up the chopper
Nigga run up get that
Doot doot doot
Young cub came up no sauce
Now I choose fine or the Voss
In the pub lost in the sauce
Get my dick rubbed then I toss
Big mad really I'm the boss
I'm the one you really shouldn't Cross
Use experiments from the Thoughts
Trophies keep em hidden in the Vaults
Poppa too smooth with the Moves
Want it all emperor with the Grooves
My kid dawg I'm the one the Soothes
For that reason I can never Cruise
Whoever told you wasn't cool to Lose
At the bottom kicking with the Fu's
Pay attention use em as your Tool's
Build up make these bitches Drool
Take em to school Jay did that
Take em on Trips Em did that
Wake em up Pac did that
The game on lock Tok3 got that
From the rooter to the tooter
Bad bitch barracuda
She a eater put it in her cooter
Want it all put it in her pooter
Hit it till the morning have her screaming like rooster



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Writer(s): Derek Jackson
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