New Money lyrics

[Intro]
(Pyro made it)

[Verse 1: OT7 Quanny]
I got good credit in the streets, yeah, n*ggas zero down
I was the neighborhood hot boy, I'm the hero now
I was takin' risks before I wrote a rap
I picked twenty that smelled the best and then I brought 'em back
I really got mines from the dirt, these n*ggas bought they name
I sent money to the jails before I bought my chain
A hundred fifty in all cash, I still ain't got no deal
They keep sayin' I'm the ticket, I'm in the projects still
I need seventy-five hundrеd before the party start
I got PTSD, don't put thе car in park
What you n*ggas know 'bout bunk beds and project heat?
Dummy be done caught a headshot, thought that I was sweet
All I gotta do, press a button, yeah, I'm bossed up
When them rappers come to the city, them n*ggas call us
I'm in that brand new Benz, it feel like I'm outer space
Me and broski back to back, I think he tryna race
n*gga try reach for my jewels, then I'ma light the Fully
Christian Dior, yeah, this ain't no f*ckin' Nike hoodie
I would've been smoked Bishop, f*ck was wrong with Quincy?
Yeah, my name Sosa, you can call me Benji

[Bridge: OT7 Quanny]
Yeah, I hope you ready, you just gotta hold it steady
They hit his cap and now his face a bowl of spaghetti
[Verse 2: OT7 Quanny]
All that dissin' ain't gon' get you signed
You really selfish, leave your mommy and your kids behind
I ain't never goin' broke, I got the bricky lined
Yeah, I'm the youngest turnt up, the whole city mine
I was out there in that war, you know it's life or death
Gun smoke and bloody showers, sh*t, you might get wet
Love my sons to death, yeah, they the reason I keep goin'
You get two for eighty-one, yeah, n*gga I'm T-Owens
Before I rapped, was at the table sittin' with José
I showed granny a buck fifty, she like, "It's no way"

[Verse 3: G.T.]
Pass me a pill, so I can get activated
Four-door, big drop, rims go backwards, skating
Am I holdin' all Chanel, takin' airy flavor
pus*y-ass rap n*gga got whacked for fakin'
Heard you broke-ass n*ggas lackin' paper
Put so much money on your head, we had your mama thinkin'
Got hit with that switch, that mean them n*ggas spanked 'em
We shoot them 308s, you might just die if they graze you
For real, yeah
Like a brand new pair of shoes, man them boys will lace you
Heard you can't come back to the hood, we chillin' in here, spaceships
And I ain't even f*ck yo b*tch, but she got a facial
And I cut the b*tch off, she wasn't even grateful
Straps got heat trackers, man, them b*tches chase you
Snuck a Philly in the club, them shots don't need no chaser
We walk in, switched the mood 'cause I walked in with takers
[Outro: G.T.]
Yeah
We walk in, switched the mood 'cause I walked in with takers