NEW MONEY lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, mind so dark got the car on park
The .45 gon' bark ain't no back-and-forth
Vacuum seal the pack send it to New York
I said, "f*ck the judge!" I ain’t go to court
When It come to trapping treat it like a sport
I was ye high when I jumped the porch
I hopped in the Porsche
360 them revolving doors
Talking crazy like f*ck a chorus
Run your city like a f*cking tourist
We the ones that survived the storm
Like his watch so I chopped his arm
Make him snooze like we hit alarms
My b*tch trying to make a porn
New head now the b*tch is blonde
Look away now your b*tch is gone
Yeah, Maison Margiela my watch and my sneakers
I hit the b*tch I tell her, "Hasta la vista."
I’m sipping on Easter
We set it off like Queen Latifah
I was outside you was playing FIFA
Nowadays I really ain’t doing features
My b*tch is bi I’ma make the b*tch eat ya
Choke slam a n*gga like f*cking Batistsa
[Chorus]
Yeah, new money who this?
I’ma teach these n*ggas how to do it
Might as well say you my students
b*tch is you dumb is you stupid?
She wants to have sex to my music
I hit from the back she said it’s therapeutic
She said her ex is a lame, seen him last week
He was driving a Buick
Yeah

[Verse 2]
Got Backwoods, Fronto Leaf, chop it down
Smoke a tree, overseas, kissing b*tches
Double cheek, DoubleTree master suite
Crashing b*tches leave 'em on the seats
Pop a molly now I’m about to geek
Kill a n*gga mission complete
I’m too street for the industry
I’m too player for a groupie ho
f*cked the b*tch at the studio
Had her sipping Don Julio
She said she don’t chase liquor
Had her hanging on my f*cking zipper
When I’m done I pass her pass to my n*gga
Uh yeah, switch up who with it
I know this b*tch with it
I told her lets get it
I’m grabbing her titty
Hold up little b*tch
You going to give me a minute
I’m in her mouth like a motherf*cking dentist
Driving them foreigns, them b*tches is rented
Fresh in the drugs, and I know that they’re fronting
My pinky ring that sh*t look like a Funyun
She want to workout, I took her to run yea
If you want beef tell that n*gga let you run it
I promise you he won’t make it past the summer
[Chorus]
New money who this?
I’ma teach these n*ggas how to do it
Might as well say you my students
b*tch is you dumb is you stupid?
She wants to have sex to my music
I hit from the back she said it’s therapeutic
She said her ex is a lame, seen him last week
He was driving a Buick
Yeah