New Estate lyrics

[Intro: Peezy]
(David Wesson)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah I'm f*ckin' with G
That money ain't filthy, need a cut

[Verse 1: Peezy]
Ten foreigns in a lot, yeah it's up tonight
But I ain't come to tip, I'm tryna get a b*tch to f*ck tonight
The DJ holler "Boys" in this b*tch, you motherf*ckin' right
I should've worn a mink, I think I got on too much f*ckin' ice
If we ever bump heads, you know it's up for life
Don't care if you in jail, I'll have him stab you with a f*cking knife
It be your own people hating on you just like Uncle Ice
I told that n*gga stop while he ahead, now he stuck at the light
Save the pint of Hi-Tech for the drop so I can up the price
You n*ggas still around this b*tch broke, you caught up in the hypе
I pray the feds let my n*gga go, thеy caught him with a pint
I'm down to bet it all on myself, shake and roll the dice
Unc' just put a cake on the table and I cut a slice
I had a phone jumping on my block 'fore I jumped on a mic
The plug told me meet him in L.A., so I jumped on a flight
Be careful, when you really getting cheese, you know that come with mice

[Chorus: Skeechy Meechy]
How these n*ggas say they real? But they really fake (Cap)
If you ain't in it making M's, then you in the way (Facts)
I need five-thousand acres, this my new estate
I heard that money grow on trees, I gotta get a rake (Ooh)
How these n*ggas say they real? But they really fake (Cap)
If you ain't in it making M's, then you in the way (Facts)
I need five-thousand acres, this my new estate
I heard that money grow on trees, I gotta get a rake (Ooh)
[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
Look, love me in public, hate me in private
They been flying commercial, I been flying private
This one stop texting so I had to block her
She got both numbers, had no other option
I ain't got no time to be wasting time
Seek to indict, I might be facing time
The streets know them n*ggas just hating
I was just in the streets waiting
All publicity is good publicity
Last n*gga got a casket just for dissing me
I need a fader, not a friend
I'ma have it on me nine times out of ten
We call a million dollars chump change
n*ggas just was broke before that Trump change
Ayy, tell that b*tch to work with me and not against me
A lot of n*ggas switched sides and went against me (It's Phil)

[Chorus: Skeechy Meechy]
How these n*ggas say they real? But they really fake (Cap)
If you ain't in it making M's, then you in the way (Facts)
I need five-thousand acres, this my new estate
I heard that money grow on trees, I gotta get a rake (Ooh)
How these n*ggas say they real? But they really fake (Cap)
If you ain't in it making M's, then you in the way (Facts)
I need five-thousand acres, this my new estate
I heard that money grow on trees, I gotta get a rake (Ooh)
[Verse 3: Toohda Band$]
I heard money grown on trees, I had to chop me one
First time I seen a Drac', I had to cop me one
n*gga I'm the big dawg, you ain't stoppin' nothin'
You can't come inside my trap if you ain't coppin' nothin'
n*gga stop it, you ain't got no bands in yo' pocket
I'm sticking to the code, real n*ggas stay solid
These n*ggas poor as hell, they ain't never made deposits
All my jewelry on, in the trenches still slidin'
Catch him then we stretch him, we gon' drop him like some Wocky
My n*ggas wit' whatever, it ain't sh*t to catch a body
I'm in the money zone, 62nd where you find me
HME, FOD, I'ma bank it 'til I'm bodied
Seminary n*gga, keep the Glocky right beside me
Me and Tray rocking double fully's like we Siamese
Reaching for my chain, game over, come and try me
Catch that one n*gga out in public, we'll fry him, on gang

[Chorus: Skeechy Meechy]
How these n*ggas say they real? But they really fake (Cap)
If you ain't in it making M's, then you in the way (Facts)
I need five-thousand acres, this my new estate
I heard that money grow on trees, I gotta get a rake (Ooh)
How these n*ggas say they real? But they really fake (Cap)
If you ain't in it making M's, then you in the way (Facts)
I need five-thousand acres, this my new estate
I heard that money grow on trees, I gotta get a rake (Ooh)
[Verse 4: Reese Youngn]
The streets know, the streets know
Gotta stick to that G-code, shoot through the peephole
Smack that b*tch up on the side if they ridin', then reload
Put this b*tch up in the middle of your eyes, now it's three holes, yeah
Paper, n*gga, Kinko's
Come through evaporate ya, say, "He in beast mode"
How the f*ck is you gon' miss a free throw?
Windex his 'Vette, now that sh*t is see-through, yeah
Take this strap on a jet even if it's illegal
b*tch, that's just my steelo, everywhere that we go, yeah
b*tch doggin' me like the [? 3:46], yeah
Got a n*gga hurt before I put like three notes, yeah
Throw some sh*t out and I walked in, yo' sh*t quoted, ooh-ooh
Fought a n*gga out 'cause I can see that he frozen, ooh-ooh
Yeah