CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : New Money

Ayy, new year, new money
I'm still counting old hundreds
I just play my role, I can't control how these hoes coming
He fresh off parole, he told them folks that he don't know nothing
I cut off my bro 'cause he was bold, that n***a stole from me
Slatt 'em, leave his nose running
This my bro gunning
I ran up a hundred racks like it was nothing
They say, "Why you still be hustling?"
They ask why I still be thugging
They ask how I came from nothing
I ain't come this far for nothing (Let's do it)

F**k that sh*t, I came from nothing
Made six figures, I ain't twenty-one
I'm the same n***a from the same block
Still running 'round with thеm hand Glocks
I done ran it up, n***a ran out
Said they had a plan, they ain't plan out
Shе was f**king with me, she a fan now
I'm real stepper, bring a band out
I'm getting new money every day, literally
They tryna do what I do, that's mini me
I got lil' bro on the back, make him get on your a**, he'll light this b*t*h up like a Christmas tree
They making posts on the 'Gram, they don't mention me
I'm getting paid, I don't care 'bout who dissing me
They throwing shots but ain't none of 'em hitting me (Nah, literally)
Ayy, new year, new money
I'm still counting old hundreds
I just play my role, I can't control how these hoes coming
He fresh off parole, he told them folks that he don't know nothing
I cut off my bro 'cause he was bold, that n***a stole from me
Slatt 'em, leave his nose running
This my bro gunning
I ran up a hundred racks like it was nothing
They say, "Why you still be hustling?"
They ask why I still be thugging
They ask how I came from nothing
I ain't come this far for nothing (Let's do it)

I know they don't like me now
I done changed my life around
B*t*hes wanna play wifey now
N***as play, we wipe 'em down
I crack all my cards for the key
They say that he from the jet to the street
I ain't f**king wit' you, you ain't f**king wit' me
We have that stick just to get what we need
Know that's a shame 'cause I'm doing my thing
I don't give a f**k, I got weight on the chain
Now I'm going to Miami, I'm from the trenches
They said I couldn't, I went out and did it (Oh)
I told lil' FN, "I look like a killer"
He ain't no rapper, that's FN DaDealer
I got a rich ho, she watching her figure
I got a fit and they watching the n***a
Ayy, new year, new money
I'm still counting old hundreds
I just play my role, I can't control how these hoes coming
He fresh off parole, he told them folks that he don't know nothing
I cut off my bro 'cause he was bold, that n***a stole from me
Slatt 'em, leave his nose running
This my bro gunning
I ran up a hundred racks like it was nothing
They say, "Why you still be hustling?"
They ask why I still be thugging
They ask how I came from nothing
I ain't come this far for nothing (Let's do it)