Lyrics:
snoring
We wake up and count up the money x3
We wake up and count count count
Brand new watch on my wrist
Brand new drop for my bricks
True be tooold
Iont
Yeah, come on over tonight we'll sit on the swing
Watch the pigs fly by flappin' their brand new wings
Just sit back and relax and watch me eat my hat
See
it's a mismatch
You see what I did to the
Other MCs on my diss track
How can I clash Devilman?
Devilman ain't on my level man
After I murk Devilman
Put
Come show them my cash bundle, you are a pocket
addicted to money, they can't stop it, it's daily comin by the ton
Chorus
Verse Three: see-Bo
Now
some new kicks and
They ain't got ‘em at home
Or ‘cause you got a new chick
That you got in the zone
Or ‘cause you got a new whip
Got you ridin'
of the night you'll know my name, baby
Go 'head do some'n strange for some change, baby
By the end of the night you'll know my name, baby
If you thick, got
dimes
Webster ain't never getting caught
In a crime
Check out the new policy
And let's See if you make it
Huh huh huh
Is you a lame or a bitch
Either way
new
It takes time, for wounds to start healing
It takes time, to live by faith and not by feelings
I wanna give You my time
Every day of my life
Won't
all this nonsense
How is any of this real to you
I gotta vibe bandit
She's just stealin my shit (Yea)
I gotta vibe bandit
And a brand new bitch (Let's
look at you
But i get it though rockin these brands will make you famous
Supply and demand by all these changes
Peep this, no food up on the table
Rockin
her to my home and we did it on the floor
The girl got freaky and I tell you more:
She was down on her knees beggin' to blow
She's like another freak
Brand new whip, brand new keys, hotel room ain’t paid by me
Everybody know Yayo made my beat, ain’t no body gon' take my seat
I want a big ass crib,
merk out uh, ANUDDA DAY, ANUDDA DOLLA, BILL DUNN ENTERTAINMENT WON'T YOU COME AND HOLLA, SEE ya bitch a little later yo by the collar, know i got that
I'ma trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit
Nine hundred to a grand, get you twenty eight grams
If you talking 'bout bricks, I'm the interstate man
hands on a million
It prolly wouldn't last, brand new S-Class
By the time you bought a house, you back on your ass
I'm on some Bill Gates shit, some
broke, I know you boys know the feeling
Now what would you do, you had your hands on a million
It prolly wouldn't last, brand new S-Class
By the time you
Betty-Jo
Took her to my home and we did it on the floor
The girl got freaky and I tell you more
She was down on her knees beggin' to blow
She's like
at home
Waiting for a reason
When the sun goes down
I remember the time that you broke my heart
That don't matter now
I got a new girl in a brand new town
The Ghost of Christmas Past.
Snow is falling down
Covering my ground
Like a brand new page
For me to tell a story
About another time
Not so long ago
I
so madness
My bitch she the baddest wherever I go
Yea I got a ting in your area code
Wow, wow
I drop a hit got a brand new flow
That's 3 in a row no
looked out for ya
You used to be my homie, 'till ya put the cops on me
Home boy it's ugly, you know I gots to cut you
You tried me like a sucker, so nigga
brand new
Get her an Uber when it's over
Fuck that, just hop up in the coupe
What you gon' do?
'Cause you can't really put the blame on me (no)
If
Isle y'all, longevity sustainin' my celebrity status
From AM to PM, you see him on file y'all
I was told to step righteous, so when it's done
Everyone
they so fly tell me why they never fly you
One for the paper, two for the money
Brand new bags, new shoes yea I want it
All my girls fly girls getting
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