New Munny lyrics

[Intro: RMC Mike]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
b*tch
What up, Sav?

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Slide on the opps with this chop, I'm an operator
Yeah
Dish the K to my brother Ri', we playin' hot potato
Sixteen lines of Wockhardt, I'm finna drop an eighter
Shells leave the meat in your lap, I'm a taco maker
Remain the same n*gga from years ago, just with a lot more paper
sh*t, I been stackin' hard
Hit the road with eleven bricks and a pack of R's

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
My n*gga in the Chi swipin', they call it crackin' cards
Hey Mike, 'member when I popped dog up for actin' hard?
Shot him on the sidewalk, they found his body in the backyard
We don't walk around with dog sh*t, we got black cards
Mike always rappin' 'bout somе food, fat bars
I'm rappin' 'bout scales and dog food and crack bars
He was tough 'til I whipped thе pistol out, now he a track star
That ain't Wocky, bro, that's bullsh*t lean, that's wack-hardt

[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
It ain't straight drop, I melt the dope down and cook it back hard
I can't show no love to a b*tch, I got a black heart
FARFETCH shoppin' online, I got a packed cart
Mixin' ACT with the Wockeisha, that's Act-hardt
b*tch, put my di*k in your mouth, that part
Paint the streets with a n*gga brain, that's black art
[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG & RMC Mike]
It's the hundred K in blue hundreds for me
b*tch, act grown and take the di*k, stop runnin' from me
b*tch bad, pus*y blew out, stop humpin' for free
If you ain't tryna get your brains blew out, stop comin' for me
I got six crackheads with eight hundred all comin' for me
Nowadays, a thousand dollars a hundred to me
Eighty racks on me, finna eat a steak McMuffin with cheese
How the f*ck you ain't got no pape'? What, you hustlin' for free?
Mike my brother, he ain't gotta give me sh*t, I'm bustin' for free
Thousand oranges, finna take the Greyhound bus to the V
You tryna get three hundred for a gram, come to the T
Empire called and said they got two hundred for Dum N Dumbber 3
I can't eat, just popped a n*gga in his head, my stomach weak
Yeah, she suck good di*k, but iI wasn't talkin' 'bout her, that's my other freak
I'm strapped too, so if you hit me in my head, I'm taking somethin' with me
Room so expensive, when I check out in the morning, I'm taking somethin' with me
I ain't gon' lie, if I was Kevin Federline, I would've stuffed Britney
No disrespect, but if I was Bobby Brown, I wouldn't've f*cked Whitney
What the f*ck, you roll a gram up? Why your blunt skinny?
What the f*ck you buy from Somerset? Bro, your trunk empty
Just made a sale with my mom dukes, I had Lump with me

[Verse 5: RMC Mike]
Cut a n*gga hard with a diamond, play tough with me
I just left the strip club with like eight drunks with me
A verse and video from RMC cost eighty-one fifty
I just popped two thirties, I ate one sixty
I got a store bag on me now full of money, weigh one-fifty