Lyrics
Yeah new money new wave, too many bitches don't know what to say
Hop in a jet and I fly away, I got ice all in my veins, I got spikes on all my chains
Niggas fake got switching lanes, ain't popping pills, not feeling great, popping seals just pump the brakes
Ya, woah, yah, woah, making this bread so I fill up my safe these niggas they capping i'm back and i'm losing my Cool, bitch boy smoked with a tool, slapping this brick on the scale she like ouu, snapping yo ankles boy all in the Wrist, snapping my fingers any bitch my pick, got the whole world at my fingertips
Designer Designer my closet
Dripping like a Tidal wave I step through ima problem
I like the smell of Benjamins my money keep on tumbling like fuck the jakes i'm running a hunnid
Freaky bitches say I"m stunning, I"m Stunning, bitch you know that I'm poppin, love the way that you been Walking and talking,
Got the racks on you baby girl ain't no option gotta stop this
My bank account filled with prophets, favourite super villain is the goblin
Get yo mouth wide and yo ass clapped, ima savage baby aint a hand down,
Its a man down when I step
Got them Bands hanging down to my chest, niggas talking but that shit ain't a flex
What is yo salary I wanna check, mine in a year I'll be more then you bet,
Ain't losing no weight I aint make a sweat
This shit is too easy you niggas bench, ain't fear no competition ima vet
Treat them hoes like a pet, diamonds splash make yo girl wet, jewelry got you Pearl sets
Too many percs ima hurl yeah, I just came in this bitch from the burbs, she wanna hop in the scat and then swerve I don't even know why you got nerve, platinum plaques i'm on the verge
Kept some back my niggas turnt , grab that ack that ass my cash, fn blast Im finna go berzerk
Niggas cap like what's the word, snapping pictures for The gram, kept that bitch back i'm to glam
On this new wave I go ham,
Slap that bitch if you a scam, money flips And flips again
I got Molly on my teeth I pushed it in
Yeah new money new wave, too many bitches don't know what to say
Hop in a jet and I fly away, I got ice all in my veins, I got spikes on all my chains
Niggas fake got switching lanes, ain't popping pills, not feeling great, popping seals just pump the brakes
Ya, woah, yah, woah, making this bread so I fill up my safe these niggas they capping i'm back and i'm losing my Cool, bitch boy smoked with a tool, slapping the brick on the scale she like ouu, snapping yo ankles boy all in the Wrist, snapping my fingers any bitch my pick, got the whole world at my fingertips
Jaydon Troke
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