New Money

Riding thru my old city
Thinking bout some new money
All my old hundreds vintage
Gotta keep them blues coming
Never fold only flipping
Gotta keep them blues jumping
Throwed off the lemon cost about a cool hundred

Riding thru my old city
Thinking bout some new money
All my old hundreds vintage
Gotta keep them blues coming
Never fold only flipping
Gotta keep them blues jumping
Throwed off the lemon cost about a cool hundred

Thinking bout some new paper
I can't wait up
Gotta get up, get it going
On the way up
On my cup its overflowing
Too many flavors
In the field its overgrowing
Ain't no containing
Pulling up just for the payment
However you arrange it
Seen me, I was swanging
Now she wanna make arrangements
Rolling up she wanna face it
Roll another for the chaser

Riding thru my old city
Thinking bout some new money
All my old hundreds vintage
Gotta keep them blues coming
Never fold only flipping
Gotta keep them blues jumping
Throwed off the lemon cost about a cool hundred

Riding thru my old city
Thinking bout some new money
All my old hundreds vintage
Gotta keep them blues coming
Never fold only flipping
Gotta keep them blues jumping
Throwed off the lemon cost about a cool hundred



Credits
Writer(s): Bryant Steward
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