NEw $$$

[Verse 1: Breeze Brewin]
It’s kind of crazy to question, my team made on smash
Like an ATM message, so please take your cash
(Come on now) Should be understood.  Look, we done some good
Work in the past (For real).  Still, I feel kind of burnt when I ask
Y’all know me. I could connect with O.C
That I’d rather be broke and have a whole lot of respect, but, homie
Why I gotta choose? I’m like, “Nah
My dues all paid up.” I’m telling y’all straight-up now
I’m Dow Jonesing, meaning I’m [?] (Yeah)
Motherfucker, crack vial, bought ‘em for the caps, slack
Off for the capital, brother, you ball, and that’s for real
Yes, the squad wanna eat restaurants, we tryna see
After meals. Yes, indeed, get some deeds
Bless the seeds. See, it ain’t a few
So we best to push our plans strong, try to play it through
Hope we get to put our fam on like the Wayans do
Not too funny style when plots, capers, stunts
Talking new money now—watch for papercuts
Slow and steadily, wanna get it, we best to get it
Minty-fresh from the freshly minted—that’s that…

[Hook: Breeze Brewin] (x2)
We’re sticking together like new money
We’re getting whatever we’re due lovely
Get your green crisp and clean
Live your dream with your team

[Verse 2: Queen Herawin]
I wants paper, y’all, like a mountain of loot
Like the Fountain of Youth to Ponce de León
Bank but not piggy, tryna lock city real estate
Feeling great. Ante up, fam, and come rock with me
Bomb burst for commerce ‘til I’m first
National, mean joints to the Greenpoint, smashing through
Drop a few bars, cop a new car
A little in the bank, you’ll be oh so popular
The chase is on for the bases all bigger
Like [?], I’m rapping galore. Listen
You clown and you gon’ get an L. You think small, you gon’
Sink, y’all, end up drowning in a wishing well
Never nickel-and-dime, tryna coin a phrase
That pays, get on my grind now, enjoy later days
Long-range, or, rather, the stretch Hummer humming
Max well/Maxwell beyond a little “Sumthin’ Sumthin’”
So fortunate with emphasis on the fortune
I oughta get ‘cause, fuck it, my style scorches
Done it for straight love, get in my gut, thoughts
Be tryna stop paystubs looking like they cut short

[Hook: Breeze Brewin] (x2)
We’re sticking together like new money
We’re getting whatever we’re due lovely
Get your green crisp and clean
Live your dream with your team

[Verse 3: Breeze Brewin]
Sometimes, you catch the old
Money looking as us brothers coming up like, “That’s
So funny,” and I’m thinking like, “Come on, what? You
Got jokes?” Surely, I wasn’t gonna fuss, but you
Got dough early when a lot of y’all sold dust
Still, you hurry to worry how we got some cash. “She got
Blow stashed or went and got his Glock for blast.” Not
So fast. I’m clean, I mean, especially now
Ever since Cochran passed, brothers, watch your ass

[Hook: Breeze Brewin] (x2)
We’re sticking together like new money
We’re getting whatever we’re due lovely
Get your green crisp and clean
Live your dream with your team