Brand new lyrics

[Chorus: Flowars}
I wanna run up a check
Tell all my friends that I'm next
I wanna flex on my ex
Hundred thousand on my neck
I want a brand new whip
I want a brand new b*tch
I'm feelin' brand new b*tch
I'm feelin' brand new
Brand new, brand new
I wanna run up a check
Tell all my friends that I'm next
I wanna flex on my ex
Hundred thousand on my neck
I want a brand new whip
I want a brand new b*tch
I'm feelin' brand new b*tch
I'm feelin' brand new
Brand new, brand new

[Verse 1: Ghosty]
I wanna jump on the stage
I'll go insane
Carry me out of the place
I've been away
On a vacay
Trying to find out who ima be
Who ima be
Ima be number one
Up in a tree with my glasses on
Nigel Uno with the code-name
Feelin sleepy no codine
I been around
Out in my town
Outta my head
Outta my mind
I've just been searching and trying to find
Something that's worth all the sacrifice
I just wanna pull with my team
Make sure they all eat
Chillin' with a baddies from my dreams
Swerving in my lane, avoiding lames
Fell insane with these big dreams trapped up in my brain
Wish that I could numb the pain
Novacaine on my mind, like a dentist
Lately my thoughts are relentless
Lately my heart has been travelling out there in Venice
Maybe it's Paris
Baby let head to to Tokyo
Don't care bout no f*cking hoes
Can't really give a sh*t about a thot
Can't really give a f*ck about what
Who the f*ck are you
Who the f*ck are you tryna tell me
I am not the one
This sh*t really just begun
I'm just tryna fill up all the stands
I'm just tryna pull up my crew
Like goddamn
Tell me in the best cause i am
I'm the young ghost going ham
Little deadboy growing up from the sand, from the dirt
When you hear it it hurts
And I hope that it hurts b*tch
[Chorus: Flowars}
I wanna run up a check
Tell all my friends that I'm next
I wanna flex on my ex
Hundred thousand on my neck
I want a brand new whip
I want a brand new b*tch
I'm feelin' brand new b*tch
I'm feelin' brand new
Brand new, brand new
I wanna run up a check
Tell all my friends that I'm next
I wanna flex on my ex
Hundred thousand on my neck
I want a brand new whip
I want a brand new b*tch
I'm feelin' brand new b*tch
I'm feelin' brand new
Brand new, brand new

[Verse 2: Flowars]
I'm dripping off sh*t that I'm thrifting
I keep my money efficient
I keep my honey from sticking
Licking my lips in the kitchen
Oh you done copped you a new fit
Oh you been rocking some new sh*t
Feel like no body else do this
Homie I'll tell you the truth is
You gotta stretch all you bread out
Planning for decades ahead now
Lately i just let my head lay
Watching these n*ggas whose bread fade
Counting the days till I get paid
Stroking my di*k on the feds face
I really f*ck with this head space
I really f*ck with this bread chase
I really f*ck with the bread chase
You got called out now you red faced
Spending money you don't have
Designer brands that's a fad boy
Catch me rockin' sh*t I thrift
Fifteen dollars that on a fit
Yea I'm looking clean as sh*t
When I go out hide your b*tch, woah
[Chorus: Flowars}
I wanna run up a check
Tell all my friends that I'm next
I wanna flex on my ex
Hundred thousand on my neck
I want a brand new whip
I want a brand new b*tch
I'm feelin' brand new b*tch
I'm feelin' brand new
Brand new, brand new