New Money

[Verse 1: OT7 Quanny]
I got good credit in the streets, yeah niggas zero down
I was the neighborhood hot boy, I'm the hero now
I was taking risks before I wrote a rap
I picked 20 that smelled the best and then I brought 'em back
I really got mines from the dirt, these niggas bought they name
I sent money to the jails before I bought my chain
150 in all cash, I still ain't got no deal
They keep saying I'm the ticket, I'm in the projects still
I need 75 hundred before the party start
I got PTSD, don't put the car in park
What you niggas know 'bout bunk beds and projеct heat
Dummy be done caught a hеadshot, thought that I was sweet
All I gotta do, press a button, yea I'm bossed up
When them rappers come to the city, them niggas call us
I'm in that brand new Benz, it feel like I'm outer space
Me and broski back to back, I think he tryna race
Nigga try reach for my jewels, then ima light the Fully
Christian Dior, yea this ain't no fuckin' Nike hoodie
I would've been smoked Bishop, fuck was wrong with Quincy
Yea my name Sosa, you can call me Benji

[Bridge: OT7 Quanny]
Yea I hope you ready, you just gotta hold it steady
They hit his cap and now his face a bowl of spaghetti

[Verse 2: OT7 Quanny]
All that dissin' ain't gon' get you signed
You really selfish, leave ya mommy and ya kids behind
I ain't never goin' broke, I got the bricky lined
Yea I'm the youngest turnt up, the whole city mine
I was out there in that war, you know it's life or death
Gun smoke and bloody showers, shit you might get wet
Love my sons to death, yea they the reason I keep goin'
You get 2 for 81, yea nigga I'm T. Owens
Before I rapped, was at the table sittin' with José
I showed granny a buck 50, she like it's no way

[Verse 3: GT]
Pass me a pill so I can get activated
4 door, big drop, rims go backwards, skating
Am I holdin' all Chanel, takin' airy flavor
Pussy ass rap nigga got whacked for fakin'
Heard you broke ass niggas lackin' paper
Put so much money on your head, we had yo momma thinkin'
Got hit with that switch, that mean them niggas spanked 'em
We shoot them 308s, you might just die if they graze you
For real, yeah
Like a brand new pair of shoes, man them boys will lace you
Heard you can't come back to the hood, we chillin' in here, spaceships
And I ain't even fuck yo bitch, but she got a facial
And I cut the bitch off, she wasn't even grateful
Straps got heat trackers, man them bitches chase you
Snuck a Philly in the club, them shots don't need no chaser
We walk in, switched the mood 'cuz I walked in with takers

[Outro: GT]
We walk in, switched the mood 'cuz I walked in with takers