Brand New Blues lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, n*gga, ayy
Phew, phew, phew
Uh, n*gga, uh, yeah, ayy
Yeah, let's go

[Chorus]
I think I'm addicted to this cash, I'm runnin' through this guap (Through this guap, n*gga, yeah)
I'ma just keep snappin' for the fans, they waitin' on me to drop (Me to drop, n*gga, yeah)
I told you I don't need no pen and pad, I'm comin' off my top (Off my top)
Ayy, these n*ggas chasin' hoes before the bag, man, that sh*t gotta stop (It gotta stop, n*gga, yeah)
These n*ggas chasin' hoes before the bag, like, what the f*ck you on? (What you on? Yeah)
Don't need no finger, b*tch, I'm still gon' snap and that's on any song (Any song, n*gga, yeah)
I see you broke as f*ck, my pockets right, you must be moving wrong (You movin' wrong, n*gga, ayy)
I'm chasin' racks, b*tch, I been catchin' flights, I can't pick up the phone (Pick up the phone, n*gga, yeah)

[Verse]
We on thе way, yeah, we gon' hit the top, b*tch, I alrеady knew it (Already knew it)
See that n*gga ran him up some guap and he already blew it (Already blew it, yeah)
n*gga, I be chasin' after loot, yeah, I be runnin' to it (Runnin' to it)
I just woke up to some brand new blues, I'm in here thumbin' through it (n*gga, I'm thumbin' through it)
Woke up and I put that sh*t on, b*tch, I'm flyer than a bird (Yeah, bird, n*gga)
n*ggas just be cappin', b*tch, you know you lyin' on every verse (The f*ck?)
Got them n*ggas sick I ran it up, like, b*tch, go get the nurse (Yeah, them n*ggas mad, yeah)
b*tch, I'm in here countin' up these checks, you'd think it was the first
b*tch, I'm in here geekin'— yeah, n*gga, ayy
b*tch, I'm in here geekin', high as f*ck, you'd think I was a nerd (What?)
Man, I think it's time to hit the stu', I'm tryna put in work (Put in work, n*gga, yeah)
Got money comin' in from different angles, b*tch, I feel like Kurt (Feel like Kurt, n*gga, ayy)
[Chorus]
I think I'm addicted to this cash, I'm runnin' through this guap (Through this guap, n*gga, yeah)
I'ma just keep snappin' for the fans, they waitin' on me to drop (On me to drop, n*gga, yeah)
I told you I don't need no pen and pad, I'm comin' off my top (Straight off my top, yeah)
Ayy, these n*ggas chasin' hoes before the bag, man, that sh*t gotta stop (It gotta stop, n*gga)
These n*ggas chasin' hoes before the bag, like, what the f*ck you on? (Like, what you on, n*gga? Yeah)
Don't need no finger, b*tch, I'm still gon' snap and that's on any song (On any song, n*gga, yeah)
I see you broke as f*ck, my pockets right, you must be moving wrong (You movin' wrong, n*gga, yeah)
I'm chasin' racks, b*tch, I been catchin' flights, I can't pick up the phone (Pick up the phone, n*gga, yeah)

[Outro]
Phew, phew, ski