Nothing New

I count tens
I count twenties
I count hundreds too
Got a brick
And I'm gripping on it
Ten to two
Need that foreign
XL class
Extra leg room
I be calling out to god
Hope I make it soon

I just sold my soul
For some Gucci shoes
Popped up on the op
Bitch like what it do
I don't want the Pussy
Cuz I heard it's loose
I picked out the car
Because the type of roof

Pull up something new
But this ain't nothing new
Pull up something new
But this ain't nothing new
Pull up something new
But this ain't nothing new
Pull up something new
But this ain't nothing new

I count hundreds
I count fifties
I count tens too
Shawty down to ride
Yea I'ma show her what these bands do
Tryna change her life
But I think I want her friend too
I just hit the party way too fried
Yea my eyes glued
Popping hella molly
Counting mountains
Till my thumbs blue
Smoking hella ounces
They can't lock me in no damn zoo
Vp blowing through the roof
All you niggas smoke is boof
Vp blowing through the roof
All you nights smoke is boof

I count tens
I count twenties
I count hundreds too
Got a brick
And I'm gripping on it
Ten to two
Need that foreign
XL class
Extra leg room
I be calling out to god
Hope I make it soon



Credits
Writer(s): Misael De Jesus, Shawn Sookram, Kayesean Coverson
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