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New Money
I-Rocc Lyrics


R.I.P if a nigga get to poppin' my hittas gone pop and they ain't gone stop
I cannot kick it my foot on they neck
10 toes down I'm run it like legs
I hit my knees say a prayer 'fore I rest
Waistin' my time and get hit wit' some shit you can't stomach
You know how we comin' ain't goin' for nothin' we armed now get hit in yo' chest
I got 'em scared they know I'm ahead
They ain't got no spine I pay 'em no mind
Look in my eyes I'm one of a kind
Pop at the mouth and I'm showin' my ass
I'm shittin' on niggas I'm doin' 'em bad I'm talkin' 'bout nasty
Get out my lane you not finna past me
Run this shit backwards that was a body now run me the bag
Nony be spazzin'
Come at the throne it get tragic
They don't want smoke not a tad lil' bit
Down to my last bounced back rubber bands and shit now I'm commanding shit
I know some people that can't stand me
Hoe sit down
Hate cause I'm braggin' bitch I was broke when I came out of Athens I got bag
Came in this bitch look like new money
I don't want nothin' but some blue hundreds
My lil' baby with me she gone do somethin'
All you niggas just talk ain't gone do nothin'
These niggas with me gone shoot somethin'
I hope you got ya' lil' shoes on
7 6 5 4 3 2 run
I'm wit that 706 shit
Big nigga stay poppin' that big shit
Wit' a check and these words I'm a gymnast
Big clips all we ever did was flip shit
So tell me somethin' slick so I can slide my nigga
Stayin' higher than a five and the cost be alive my nigga
Ever since I was a dime and a nickel had the vision
My time I can feel it they'll die if they don't get it
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers best believe
That Nony is a reaper hot as summer on the beach
And you don't want it with the people promise I'ma leave 'em leaking
Told 'em I was number 1 I let 'em mumble from the bleachers
I'm a beast on the beat need the keys like Alicia
Listen to me I got some things I can teach ya'
No IG follow I'm something like a leader
Nony JBL I'm a real big speaker
Hear me loud and clear that's a tweeter ugh
I need trips that need visas
I need chips in my leisure
Stocks and shit with my feet up
Poppin' shit with my beloved
Eeny meeny miny mo' money mo' problems
Hmm that ain't no problem
Trap or Nothing Git Money I got 'em
You know I mu' fuckin' got 'em
Came in this bitch look like new money
I don't want nothin' but some blue hundreds
My lil' baby with me she gone do somethin'
All you niggas just talk ain't gone do nothin'
These niggas with me gone shoot somethin'
I hope you got ya' lil' shoes on
7 6 5 4 3 2 run
Came in this bitch look like new money
I don't want nothin' but some blue hundreds
My lil' baby with me she gone do somethin'
All you niggas just talk ain't gone do nothin'
Came in this bitch look like new money
I don't want nothin' but some blue hundreds

Lyrics © DistroKid, ReeNell Publishing
Written by: Marcus Lawrence

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