New Money

[Verse 1]
Friday its V-Live in Dallas
Thinking we ball for the Mavericks
We got dem bitches like pageants
10 racks in the air, don't panic
Balmain, Balenci, Givenchy
Pinky ring phat call that pinky
Tan line like its pinky
Got bands, but you broke call it 50
City want my juice like I be Diddy
Drank that Moët, off the pussy
Feeling like Cam as a rookie
Jus poured up that red, its that muddy
Look in the cup man, that shit gone be bloody
Costed me 10 , make it look like a 20
Cut that lil bitch off, cause shorty was nutty
You thought I was wifing, you knows you's a dummy
They popping them pills, they looking like junkies
Since y'all dig the chain, Cuban links and rings
Big pimpin, screaming money ain't a thing
Swerving through the rain
Can't nothing touch me
Riding round with the good, bad and ugly
Benihana's keep a nigga stuffy
Greedy, greedy, yeah my pockets hungry
Yeah we steady stunting
Do it daily , weekly and monthly
E Sosa baby, come fuck with me

[Hook]
Pour up the red, that new muddy muddy
Fuck all these Bitches, this money love me
That's gone be one thing she won't get from me
You wanna finesse then study from me
They coming right back and they gone keep coming
Ain't running my mouth cause this money talking
We the new kings and we goin keep crowning
They counting us out and we going keep counting
Let's fuck up the check and get new money
Fuck up the check and get new money
Let's fuck up the check and get new money
Fuck up the check and get new money
Let's fuck up the check and get new money
Fuck up the check and get new money
Let's fuck up the check and get new money
2016, let's get that new money

[Verse 2]
Fuck a old hater get new money
I'm keeping my fade, can't do cruddy's
Ain't fucking with liquor, just bubbly
Smoke it wit gas cause it numb me
That print on me Burberry
Them Yeezy boots cost me ya section
And that's not including the bottles
And that's not including the models
We setting the trend and they follow
After party at the condo
They want the perks and the molly, that combo
We dishing 'em out like its Rondo
Anything else hit the line doe
Shout out to my nigga Mondo
Moving the shit on the pronto
All star I'm at Toronto
E Sosa be the Capo
I need the guapo with the nacho
We did it, did it, yeah we did it
Money on my mind
And i don't need a fidet
If it's on me then I kill it
I need it, I want it, then I get it
Niggas bitches, no specifics
Just know that i don't feel it
Nah, nah, I ain't with it
Fucked the hood, now you a fake dyke
Everybody be ya cousin boy, boy you ain't right

[Hook]
Pour up the red, that new muddy muddy
Fuck all these Bitches, this money love me
That's gone be one thing she won't get from me
You wanna finesse then study from me
They coming right back and they gone keep coming
Ain't running my mouth cause this money talking
We the new kings and we gone keep crowning
They counting us out and we going keep counting
Let's fuck up the check and get new money
Fuck up the check and get new money
Let's fuck up the check and get new money
Fuck up the check and get new money
Let's fuck up the check and get new money
Fuck up the check and get new money
Let's fuck up the check and get new money
2016, let's get that new money