IT’S YOURS, PT. 2 lyrics

[Intro: Sir Michael Rocks]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks]
This a new club, that's a new dance
This is new money, that's a new plan
That's a new grip, these is new hands
This is new drums, got a few bands (It's yours!)
Saran wrap, plastic
It's all wrapped in the plastic (It's yours!)
New sh*t, no classic
It's all wr—,uh, uh

[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
This a new piece of work
We don't step in the dirt
One, two
Two, two
My sh*t so new, oh my sh*t so new
You in 2021, I'm in 2042
Everybody know my sh*t go through
Every time I type it in it's like one, two
And I ain't gotta type too much
I'm with Big Bruno, he'll wipe you up
If you get to reaching and speaking greasy
I'll keep my word and deliver like Kiki
I hit a two step, paper like goose necks
Money kinda long, you ugly like Eustace
You should run along, you really want my two cents?
Pay me for a consultation up at Ruth's Chris
Yeah, yeah that's the sh*t I like
And if she thick enough I put her on a bike
Yamaha or the Suzuki, yeah
I hit the gas, now I'm feeling on her booty, yeah

[Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks]
(It's yours)
This a new club, that's a new dance
This is new money, that's a new plan
That's a new grip, these is new hands
This is new drums, got a few bands (It's yours!)
Saran wrap, plastic
It's all wrapped in the plastic (It's yours!)
New sh*t, no classic
It's all wr—,uh, uh
[Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]
Yeah, it's up, but then again it's on the flo'
That's game and I ain't talking 'bout a court
What's the score and I ain't talking 'bout a sport
It's like you got it or you don't, you can't buy it from the store
This the one, yeah, and that's the rules
Copped the new blue joints and I vacuum seal 'em too
Fresh, but I came with a drip
You n*ggas full of drippings, there's a leak in yo' fit
That sh*t don't even fit, and I can't even go
You don't want the diamond tester anywhere near yo' throat
That's fasho, and two things that's for certain
Viking stove with a sauce pot and a burner
On the grill, smoking everything 'til it gets tender
It's gon' fall off that bone when I get on there with it
The same sh*t, new synonyms, word like pendulums
Gotta charge you for the dozen even though there's only ten of them, n*gga

[Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks]
This a new club, that's a new dance
This is new money, that's a new plan
That's a new grip, these is new hands
This is new drums, got a few bands (It's yours!)
Saran wrap, plastic
It's all wrapped in the plastic (It's yours!)
New sh*t, no classic
It's all wr—,uh, uh
(It's yours!)