New to Me lyrics

[Intro: FBG Duck]
Got my n*ggas in here with me
(I been gettin' money, that ain't new to me)
Double-0, what's up, broski?
Billionaire, what's up, broski? (Ayy)
These lil' n*ggas better clout up
(So much money, n*ggas sayin' what they gon' do to me)
Let's get it
Woo

[Chorus: FBG Duck]
I been gettin' money, that ain't new to me
So much money, n*ggas sayin' what they gon' do to me (Huh?)
I hear them n*ggas plottin' on shootin' me (Boom)
I'm not from King Drive, this sh*t not Swisher Sweet (This sh*t not sweet at all)
I ain't worried 'bout a motherf*ckin' thing (Goofy)
Every day I got my gun with me (Boom)
I will let them chopper bullets rain (Brrt)
If a n*gga think he gon' take some' from me (Ayy)

[Verse 1: King Lil Jay]
I'm clouted up, so you know money ain't a thang (Clout Lord, Clout Lord, Clout Lord)
Cashin' out, yeah, I do that sh*t usually (Money)
I had to cut a couple n*ggas off my team (Cut 'em off)
n*ggas ain't one hundred like they used to be
I'll pull up flexin' in a Range (Skrrt, skrrt, yoom)
Foreign thot up on the side of me (Thotiana)
Smoni' dope, cruisin' the city, sippin' drank (Dope, dope)
While this bad thot steady toppin' me (Let's get it)
Why these n*ggas got to hate? I don't know
Because I'm gettin' dough, because I'm Double-0 (Them bands)
Because I get paid for them features and them shows (Let's get it)
But I ain't worried 'bout a thing, run up on me, I'ma blow (Brrlah)
You worried worry about me, you should worry 'bout yourself (Worry 'bout yo' f*ckin' self)
Hatin' on the real, that's bad for your health (Ugh)
I don't need no help, kill you by myself
b*tch, I got stripes like a f*ckin' ref
[Chorus: FBG Duck]
I been gettin' money, that ain't new to me
So much money, n*ggas sayin' what they gon' do to me (Huh?)
I hear them n*ggas plottin' on shootin' me (Boom)
I'm not from King Drive, this sh*t not Swisher Sweet (This sh*t not sweet at all)
I ain't worried 'bout a motherf*ckin' thing (Goofy)
Every day I got my gun with me (Boom)
I will let them chopper bullets rain (Brrt)
(Woah)
If a n*gga think he gon' take some' from me (Ayy)

[Verse 2: Billionaire Black]
Everybody know Billion do his thing (Clout God, Clout God)
Every day, I'm flexin' with my jewelry
Catch me up in traffic, runnin' things (Skrrt)
Got my ratchet on me, gettin' 'nat coolery
Got a couple Robins with them wings
You n*ggas fu gang, a bunch of foolery
And boy, you know I got that thang
I am not from King Drive, it ain't no shootin' me
I don't know why you n*ggas upset (Huh?)
Is it because I f*cked your b*tch? Or because we up next? (Ooh)
'Cause we shoppin' at Saks? Or 'cause we thumbin' through them checks? (Huh?)
'Cause we pulled off in that Lex' and then we pulled up in that Jag', huh?
I'm just a young n*gga flexin'
Granddaddy Purp', y'all smoke is Grandson (That dope, that dope)
.4-5, long Smith & Wesson (No no, no no)
For my get money n*ggas, this the anthem, gang (Let's get it)
[Chorus: FBG Duck]
I been gettin' money, that ain't new to me
So much money, n*ggas sayin' what they gon' do to me (Huh?)
I hear them n*ggas plottin' on shootin' me (Boom)
I'm not from King Drive, this sh*t not Swisher Sweet (This sh*t not sweet at all)
I ain't worried 'bout a motherf*ckin' thing (Goofy)
Every day I got my gun with me (Boom)
I will let them chopper bullets rain (Brrt)
If a n*gga think he gon' take some' from me (Ayy)