New York

[Intro]
David Wesson
Yup
Yeah, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
*Laughs* Uh

[Chorus]
Got a call from a label, say they want me in New York
Try to play me like a hoe and get your lame ass extorted
A bitch from out the country – Trump see her, she deported
I ain’t no lil’ nigga, yeah, my bank account enormous
Yeah, I know these other niggas hot, but I’m scorchin’
Playin’ roles with these hoes like I’m Tracy Morgan
I can’t move around the same, nah, I’m too important
They know they fucked up, when they passed me the torch, nigga

[Verse 1]
Think she special, ‘cause I let her call me Darnell
She don’t even know I had her friend doing cart-wheels
Told him, “Meet me in the hood, I’m on Hartwell”
My niggas fuckin’ Tennessee up like the Tar Heels
Told him, “Book me first-class, put me next to the pilot”
Got a bag of rubber-bands, I got too much for a wallet
I’m a boss, lil’ nigga, call them dawgs if it’s problems
Finger [...] to a fade like Chauncey Billups and Wallace
And my main bitch a demon, but she wearin’ Palm Angels
Chillin’ in the crib, all cameras, no cable
Go back to the ‘burbs, no yard, it’s all lake view
You ain’t wanna fuck, but the chain gon’ make you, bitch

[Chorus]
Got a call from a label, say they want me in New York
Try to play me like a hoe and get your lame ass extorted
A bitch from out the country – Trump see her, she deported
I ain’t no lil’ nigga, yeah, my bank account enormous
Yeah, I know these other niggas hot, but I’m scorchin’
Playin’ roles with these hoes like I’m Tracy Morgan
I can’t move around the same, nah, I’m too important
They know they fucked up, when they passed me the torch, nigga

[Verse 2]
Everybody eatin’, so I had to run it up
My hoes mad I’m with my bitch, I told ‘em, “Suck it up”
A real nigga in the flesh, girl, I’m one of one
I’m poppin’ Rose bottles, I don’t sip out double-cups
Niggas [?] me, even though I knew my mans had it
Now, I keep that dog shit like I’m Craig daddy
Say she on her period, I’ll take the head gladly
Had a nigga on his toes like some dance classes
Felt better once a nigga started gettin’ money
When I seen my first ten, I almost hit the dougie
Ain’t gotta ask a nigga shit, yeah, the feelin’ lovely
Must have forgot who I was, you mufuckin’ dummy

[Chorus]
Got a call from a label, say they want me in New York
Try to play me like a hoe and get your lame ass extorted
A bitch from out the country – Trump see her, she deported
I ain’t no lil’ nigga, yeah, my bank account enormous
Yeah, I know these other niggas hot, but I’m scorchin’
Playin’ roles with these hoes like I’m Tracy Morgan
I can’t move around the same, nah, I’m too important
They know they fucked up, when they passed me the torch, nigga