Brand New (feat. Bariwrldwide & Trell)

Yea, Uh
Yea yea
(Aye)
Stick brand new
The .K brand new
The coupe brand new
I done paid my dues
Trap house clean
Couple scales and a beam
I won't never good at math but that's
A whole lot of money
Bout to start a new wave
Put the diamonds in my wrist
Say a prayer to the Patek like it just got saved
They put my dawg behind the wall
Treat him like a new slave
Ain't show no mercy, judge gave him 10,000 days

I done tied up my hands from the murder
She can't cum on my pants, she a squirter
And she a bird bitch
Give me brain in the suburban
She want designer tings
She just want Chanel or the Birkin
All these numbers that's coming in
Gotta stack it and count these ends
And when I slide thru the city
I got the stick on my lap again
I just ran up a quarter Mil'
I did it on accident
They like he fucked up the summer
And shit he already back again
Yea, The number 1 rule to the money
You gotta stick to the plan
And I'm on a mission, I swear if I said it
I did it
See we made a half off a gram
O.T. With the Coco
This year I'm selling out SoHo
She bounce on that dick like a PoGo
Last year I dropped, I got 26k
I got play after play
And I ain't do no promo
I thought they was deaf (Def) so so
I, leader of this pack and I ain't told no lie
Man I body these rap niggas
I'm a god to these rap niggas
Yea
I'm a god to these rap niggas
I just fucked two strippers, put my dick in her
mouth (like oh-na-na)
Call me Mr. Blue-strips I don't check the
account
And I know my money good I don't check
the amount

Yea

That's why the sticks brand new
That's why the .K brand new
Why the coupe brand new
I done paid my dues
(Still getting money but the trap house clean)

Yea, yea uh-huh
Stick brand new
I got the trap jumping keys to the coupe
Still got them P's you can come get a few
I cracked the seal and I'm drinking the juice
I pour a 4 yea,
She begging for more yea
We got everything that you need
Don't try and come around and OD yea
Stick brand new finna air it out
Ran up a hunnid in the trap house
Remember I was down bad and some more
Had to hit big licks to make ends meet
And I couldn't take none of them friendly
Run the spot we need it all
Give it all, that you got
Better get down on the floor



Credits
Writer(s): Gordon Matthew Sumner
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