New Rules
Ooh, yeah
Pluman
Ronny J
Ronny J, yeah
Ronny J
Ronny J, please, turn me up
This my environment, yeah
We done created some new rules
Too many pretenders, they tryna get brutal
Two bitches acquitted, I had to get two rooms
Yeah, baby, sit down, it's a new me
I checked what you got on before you approached me
Yeah, I love how it is, I ain't missin' the old me, yeah
When I put everything in my hands and I feel like I'm Kobe (Kobe, yeah)
It's a whole new addition, I thought and wrote it
Just came out from Paris to London
Everything gotta be super sufficient, I'm super persistent
I know what I'm doin'
They gotta throw me a curve, I sharpen my words
I'm ready for whatever's comin' (ayy)
Call the Rolls, all my blessings abundant (ayy)
Prime example, I made it from nothin' (let's go)
It's just me and my (it's just me and my, let's go)
It's just me and my (me, me and my)
Me and the homies run this shit together
Me and the homies havin' vibes forever
Me and the homies have motions
I don't see none of us losin'
Callin' her mine would be goofy
She want me, she yours, she choosy
She'll never be mine, but she choosy
Whatever the deal I'm with it
Four in the mornin' (yeah, yeah)
Four in the mornin', she creepin' (yeah, yeah)
Four in the mornin', she creepin' (mm, mm)
Four in the mornin', she creepin'
Four in the mornin', she creepin'
Four in the mornin', she creepin' (yeah-yeah)
Feel like I can make my own rules (I can make my own rules)
Bring them bitches by the two (bring them bitches by the two)
Glad the check came too
Glad the check came through (glad the check came through)
I ain't leavin' no room (I ain't leavin' no room)
Niggas hate, but it's cool
Real niggas multiply by two
I'm the freshest out of my school (yeah)
They wonderin', "Who his stylist?"
I would've had all the bitches in college
But I stuck to this and still got it
Niggas say that they runnin' what? (What?)
This summer is mine and I gave them the sun
Winnin' one it's still never enough
Truth be told, this will never be done (be done)
Feel like I can make my own rules (I can make my own rules)
Bring them bitches by the two (bring them bitches by the two)
Glad the check came too (glad the check came too)
Glad the check came through (glad the check came through)
I ain't leavin' no room (I ain't leavin' no room)
Niggas hate but it's cool
(Niggas hate but it's cool, it's cool, it's cool, it's cool...)
Pluman
Ronny J
Ronny J, yeah
Ronny J
Ronny J, please, turn me up
This my environment, yeah
We done created some new rules
Too many pretenders, they tryna get brutal
Two bitches acquitted, I had to get two rooms
Yeah, baby, sit down, it's a new me
I checked what you got on before you approached me
Yeah, I love how it is, I ain't missin' the old me, yeah
When I put everything in my hands and I feel like I'm Kobe (Kobe, yeah)
It's a whole new addition, I thought and wrote it
Just came out from Paris to London
Everything gotta be super sufficient, I'm super persistent
I know what I'm doin'
They gotta throw me a curve, I sharpen my words
I'm ready for whatever's comin' (ayy)
Call the Rolls, all my blessings abundant (ayy)
Prime example, I made it from nothin' (let's go)
It's just me and my (it's just me and my, let's go)
It's just me and my (me, me and my)
Me and the homies run this shit together
Me and the homies havin' vibes forever
Me and the homies have motions
I don't see none of us losin'
Callin' her mine would be goofy
She want me, she yours, she choosy
She'll never be mine, but she choosy
Whatever the deal I'm with it
Four in the mornin' (yeah, yeah)
Four in the mornin', she creepin' (yeah, yeah)
Four in the mornin', she creepin' (mm, mm)
Four in the mornin', she creepin'
Four in the mornin', she creepin'
Four in the mornin', she creepin' (yeah-yeah)
Feel like I can make my own rules (I can make my own rules)
Bring them bitches by the two (bring them bitches by the two)
Glad the check came too
Glad the check came through (glad the check came through)
I ain't leavin' no room (I ain't leavin' no room)
Niggas hate, but it's cool
Real niggas multiply by two
I'm the freshest out of my school (yeah)
They wonderin', "Who his stylist?"
I would've had all the bitches in college
But I stuck to this and still got it
Niggas say that they runnin' what? (What?)
This summer is mine and I gave them the sun
Winnin' one it's still never enough
Truth be told, this will never be done (be done)
Feel like I can make my own rules (I can make my own rules)
Bring them bitches by the two (bring them bitches by the two)
Glad the check came too (glad the check came too)
Glad the check came through (glad the check came through)
I ain't leavin' no room (I ain't leavin' no room)
Niggas hate but it's cool
(Niggas hate but it's cool, it's cool, it's cool, it's cool...)
Credits
Writer(s): Ronald Oneil Jr Spence, Mark Makora Mbogo, Jean-luc David Memeliwando, Jule Thorel Guillan
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