New Money

[Intro]
Sheesh that nigga jug going crazy

[Chorus: YC Fame]
Ayy, Ayy
Lil' bitch throw it back for a strip, ayy
If she do it on the dick I might tip, ayy
Enough money in my jeans to get your rent paid
And I ain't fucking wit' no nigga if he bitch made ayy
Lil' bitch throw it back for a strip, ayy
If she do it on the dick I might tip, ayy
Enough money in my jeans to get your rent paid
And I ain't fucking wit' no nigga if he bitch made, ayy

[Verse 1: YC Fame]
Blue strips that make your bitch throw it back on me
I done hit the road once now I'm back on it
Tryna touch bands but I still got them racks on me
And I can fuck your main bitch 'cause I rap homie
Never trust a nigga, in the end they really act phony
I coulda broke your bitch off but her back bony
And I ain't gotta shoot wit' my nigga he'll clap for me
But don't forget I go boopid wit' that strap on me
Coulda did the Off-White's, I did the Track.2's
I don't chase shit but paid a band for thеse track shoes
Big chop with the nuts on it likе a cashew
Bitch act like she want me, I want cash too
Better break bread you want me, I ain't ya last dude
I don't backtrack, my bitch wet, we blew past you
Sippin' out the brick, me and Slimmy on our last two
Young cousin, we on blocks, we the last two

[Chorus: YC Fame]
Lil' bitch throw it back for a strip, ayy
If she do it on the dick I might tip, ayy
Enough money in my jeans to get your rent paid
And I ain't fucking wit' no nigga if he bitch made, ayy
Lil' bitch throw it back for a strip, ayy
If she do it on the dick I might tip, ayy
Enough money in my jeans to get your rent paid
And I ain't fucking wit' no nigga if he bitch made, ayy

[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
Meech hit me from the pen and said it's time to shine nigga
All these D's on my neck like I'm tryna blind niggas
Suckas running from the funk, stop all that fuckin' hiding nigga
Don't make me creep through a nigga jets and find niggas
Bankroll with me, might just blow a dime nigga
Glock 21 this ain't no lil' .9 nigga
Just popped a Perc' 30, I ain't poppin' 5's nigga
My lil' cousin thuggin' on them suckas line nigga
AP up on my wrist, you want it? Come and try nigga
Free them niggas out that cage that's really doing time nigga
Ain't no sliding through my hood because it's Vietnam nigga
And every time my niggas slide it's like we droppin' bombs nigga
Niggas acting like they thuggin' 'til it's time to ride nigga
Niggas acting like they thuggin' they ain't on that time nigga
Fuck a leg shot bitch we want a homicide nigga
I'm the wave, but naw my name ain't fuckin' Rod nigga
Niggas want me dead so I'm riding with a stick or two
Swerving in that Benz, probably riding with a bitch or two
I just popped a perky ain't no telling what I'm finna do
Bounce out on them suckas ain't no telling who I'm finna shoot
Bro just poured a four up in that Sprite, I guess I'm sipping too
I just bought a .40 wit' a stick that's why I wear denims, broom
Don't make me drop that bag and show you suckas what them killas do
Rip Shied, yeah I'm that nigga that he living through
Nigga

[Chorus: YC Fame]
Lil' bitch throw it back for a strip, ayy
If she do it on the dick I might tip, ayy
Enough money in my jeans to get your rent paid
And I ain't fucking wit' no nigga if he bitch made, ayy
Lil' bitch throw it back for a strip, ayy
If she do it on the dick I might tip, ayy
Enough money in my jeans to get your rent paid
And I ain't fucking wit' no nigga if he bitch made, ayy