New Money ft. Bloodie Lyrics

All of this lean I'm moving

I might be going federal

I'm hanging with killers and trappers

I'm cooling sitting comfortable

Police want me in jail I'm on the run

I don't give no fucks

She wasn't tryna let me hit first night

I pulled out my pape she let me fuck

Hit it from the back she like

I'm living fast she like it

Doing the dash 200

I got em pints like who want it

I'm waking up to new money

I'm waking up to new clientele

My plug he fronted me 50 bottles

Soon as I run it up Imma Zelle it

Soon as I run it up Imma Cashapp him

Fye on my hip I walk with a limp

Pray in the night I'm waking up sinning

Bro went to trial he just got a sentence

Bro locked up but he getting out though

Switch on the back it's a fully auto

Say I'm on the run but I'm chasing dreams

I'm living life like it's grand theft auto

I'm living fast and she fuck with that

She don't got tits but her ass is fat

What's in my pocket a stack of cash

What's in my pocket a stack of money

Sipping on lean and it's hurting my tummy

I'm busy working I ain't acting funny

I ain't selling dreams I'm selling nightmares

I told u before u ain't gotta trust me

I told u before

I told u before

I told u before

Told u not to trust me

I told u before

All of this lean I'm moving

I might be going federal

I'm hanging with killers and trappers

I'm cooling sitting comfortable

Police want me in jail I'm on the run

I don't give no fucks

She wasn't tryna let me hit first night

I pulled out my pape she let me fuck

Hit it from the back she like

I'm living fast she like it

Doing the dash 200

I got em pints like who want it

I'm waking up to new money

I'm waking up to new clientele

My plug he fronted me 50 bottles

Soon as I run it up Imma Zelle it

Like what you gon do when it's time

Bro I'll let it off like it's mine

Bro be bugging he out of his mind

Bro threw ten but I thought he threw nine

Bro on that bullshit slide if you lie

All the stepping we did for the guys

Told him toss and that boy he threw five

He get shot down the spine

If he step out of line

Tell me chill I'm conspiring crimes

See the jet throw a shot for the don

Bitch on dick taking shots for the don

All of this lean I'm moving

I might be going federal

I'm hanging with killers and trappers

I'm cooling sitting comfortable

Police want me in jail I'm on the run

I don't give no fucks

She wasn't tryna let me hit first night

I pulled out my pape she let me fuck

Hit it from the back she like

I'm living fast she like it

Doing the dash 200

I got em pints like who want it

I'm waking up to new money

I'm waking up to new clientele

My plug he fronted me 50 bottles

Soon as I run it up Imma Zelle it