New Day
It's a new Day
Told my bro let's go get paid OK
With a baddie I'm a little nervous, don't know what to say
She gon walk inside the bank and catch the play OK OK
I'm not Ina mix ima find my own lane
She want Louie, Chanel jus take my card and swipe I'll pay
She used to fuck with lames brand new birkin on the way (brand new birkin)
She tryna have my baby
I told her ain't no way
I turn the stars on in the rafe to say I went to space (facts)
For all the haters In the back it ain't too much to say
Tell em keep watching
Ap on my wrist this shit tiktoking
She want me in all her vids she love tiktoking
I keep a 30 in my coat I'm clutching when I'm walking (blrrrtt boom)
My old bitch couldn't replace me she gon keep on stalking (facts)
All up on my page
Bitches throw they panties when I hit the stage
I jus do this for the fam I stay self made
Don't take advantage of what god gave cause he could take it
I told Baggy book the Stu and ima one take it
Come and fuck wit a real one lil baby shake it
I'm Ina club off the migos got a nigga wasted
Said she love the way I drip baby come and taste it
Rounds of the liquor tell me what you tasting
Before I eat my food I make sure everybody gracing
Bro gon lift that metal up them hollows got no tracing
Nigga talk hot, Bet he gon catch my shot he dodging Huh
Ian fucking wit these rappers no colladging
Huh
Bout to call ya girl my back need massaging
Huh
I can't step fuction with out profit
Oh they regret switching sides I got em pocket watching
Wake up early morning 6 am I'm tryna clock in
On her knees the only time somebody toppin me
I do this shit properly
I'm stacking up monopoly
Walk Ina bank walk out wit a check
Vvs on my neck
I smile make ya bitch wet
Dripping thru the dress
My parents black I got on white just label me the ref
Better send ya best
Eyes low off gas but I never rest
They trained to aim above the neck so don't wear a vest
All that talk behind my back come say it wit ya chest
You can't compare me to the rest my vision too complex
God forbid I take bitch ya bitch by answering her text
Send her money for her nails and her silk press (sheesh)
Yeah you know the rest (gang)
Told my bro let's go get paid OK
With a baddie I'm a little nervous, don't know what to say
She gon walk inside the bank and catch the play OK OK
I'm not Ina mix ima find my own lane
She want Louie, Chanel jus take my card and swipe I'll pay
She used to fuck with lames brand new birkin on the way (brand new birkin)
She tryna have my baby
I told her ain't no way
I turn the stars on in the rafe to say I went to space (facts)
For all the haters In the back it ain't too much to say
Tell em keep watching
Ap on my wrist this shit tiktoking
She want me in all her vids she love tiktoking
I keep a 30 in my coat I'm clutching when I'm walking (blrrrtt boom)
My old bitch couldn't replace me she gon keep on stalking (facts)
All up on my page
Bitches throw they panties when I hit the stage
I jus do this for the fam I stay self made
Don't take advantage of what god gave cause he could take it
I told Baggy book the Stu and ima one take it
Come and fuck wit a real one lil baby shake it
I'm Ina club off the migos got a nigga wasted
Said she love the way I drip baby come and taste it
Rounds of the liquor tell me what you tasting
Before I eat my food I make sure everybody gracing
Bro gon lift that metal up them hollows got no tracing
Nigga talk hot, Bet he gon catch my shot he dodging Huh
Ian fucking wit these rappers no colladging
Huh
Bout to call ya girl my back need massaging
Huh
I can't step fuction with out profit
Oh they regret switching sides I got em pocket watching
Wake up early morning 6 am I'm tryna clock in
On her knees the only time somebody toppin me
I do this shit properly
I'm stacking up monopoly
Walk Ina bank walk out wit a check
Vvs on my neck
I smile make ya bitch wet
Dripping thru the dress
My parents black I got on white just label me the ref
Better send ya best
Eyes low off gas but I never rest
They trained to aim above the neck so don't wear a vest
All that talk behind my back come say it wit ya chest
You can't compare me to the rest my vision too complex
God forbid I take bitch ya bitch by answering her text
Send her money for her nails and her silk press (sheesh)
Yeah you know the rest (gang)
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Anthony Smith
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