New Money ft. YBL J2, Henny & Flolo Lyrics

Ayy, look, yo, brrr, ayy, ayy, same nigga

Same name, with some new money

Show him he ain't do nothing

Same nigga, same name, with some new money

Ay, beat his ass, took his chain, he ain't do

Nothing

You just chattin' in your songs, you won't shoot sum

And if she tell you that she love you

Then you just know it's fake

I can't go for shit, you know I'm sucker free

Upped the blick to his face and we erased a

Flee

Always keep that lead on me, who erasing me

Technically you erasing the alphabet cause

You erased the G

Bitch, I'm back on my shit, what you talkin' bout

And you claim that you got dogs, well they gon' walk you down

Send the bag, they do the job, and it's no body found

Nobody listen to his music, put him underground

Won a Grammy on this bitch, I ain't even know

And if they hosted one, I probably wouldn't even show

And I be chokin' on these beats, but I might just blow

And I heard his life was hard, it's just time to go

Catch a problem in the making like a domino

Told my brother, knock them down, we ain't got time for those

Hit the nic and then I'm dippin, ain't got time for hoes

And I be workin' all day, I ain't got time to close

Walk in the mall and spend a bag, I just got new clothes

I got a bdd and got bow I got all types of polls

I'm sippin, walk, and spittin' bars, I might overdose

I'm in my lane and in my brain, I might go off the road

She, like Pasta, yeah, I love you, I'm like no you don't

Cause if you really did, you wouldn't be on my phone

Man, Pasta hang up on that bitch, we ain't got time for hoes

We spin through blocks, we got twin glocks, and that's a case closed

We drivin' faster than a cat, it's like a Lambo

It's like a Lambo

It's like a Lambo

Run in his crib, bitch, start to duck and niggas buffin' up

Niggas got the switchie on his body, nigga cuffin' up

You got the gun in this, you gon' shoot it, nigga bust it up

Nevermind, he a fuckin' clown, he cannot fuck with us

Ay, Big motion in this bitch, only blue bills

We Ja K in this bitch, and we do head kills

I smoke these drugs to ease the pain yea it's a pain kill

And niggas playin' skits, a bitch ain't gotta keep a stiff

Murk his bitch ass on the song and murk him in real life

He wanna run up he get done up, I might take his life

Heart really cold, like this shit some ice

Ever try to play with me, take his chain and end his life

Now fuck it, take your shoes, them lil pairs is nice

Ay, socked this Sucker in his shit, since he had me tight

We just popped up with some money and said, get me right

Man, fuck, nigga, I forgot my gun, Chucky brought a knife