New Money
Pa Pa Pa
Yeah, New Money
Yeah, Pa Pa Pa
Yeah, New Money
Yeah, Pa Pa Pa
Yeah, New Money
New Money
They stuck on that old money
Bitch I'm countin' blue hundreds
Don't you think that pole funny
Bitch I got that post money
Why you think I post money
They think that they blew sutn
They ain't ever blow nothing
I just saw your post dummy
Nobody can run from me
Made him wipe his nose runny
Run we left the scene bloody
Pour up in my cup muddy
That shit left my vision fuzzy
He don't know the code does he
Broke it now that shit got ugly
I count bills
Until I can't
Do this shit till I can't feel
I'm in my bag
Count this shit up to a mil
I run up bands
NFL I'm in the field
I let it blam
Pa, Pa
Run up the bands
Because we poppin
Now we popular
Pop at his man
Yeah cause we poppin
Yeah we poppin' now
Two in the can
The other two killed just for poppin' out
Two in the can
The other two killed just for talkin' loud
Tool in my hand
I load it back he get to droppin' now
Got a tool in my hand
We load it back we get to walk him down
Got blues in my hand
I count it up and get to walking out
Got a tool in my hand
We get to poppin
Ain't no knockin' out
Know that money on my mind
When I came up from broke times
All you f*ckin' up my mind
I think you doin' coke lines
All you f*ckin' up my grind
I still kick back and recline
All you f*ckin' with my time
I still got time for tec nines
New Money
They stuck on that old money
Bitch I'm countin' blue hundreds
Don't you think that pole funny
Bitch I got that post money
Why you think I post money
They think that they blew sutn
They ain't ever blow nothing
I just saw your post dummy
Nobody can run from me
Made him wipe his nose runny
Run we left the scene bloody
Pour up in my cup muddy
That shit left my vision fuzzy
He don't know the code does he
Broke it now that shit got ugly
I count bills
Until I can't
Do this shit till I can't feel
I'm in my bag
Count this shit up to a mil
I run up bands
NFL I'm in the field
I let it blam
Pa, Pa
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New Money
Pa Pa Pa
Yeah, New Money
Yeah, Pa Pa Pa
Yeah, New Money
Yeah, Pa Pa Pa
Yeah, New Money
New Money
They stuck on that old money
Bitch I'm countin' blue hundreds
Don't you think that pole funny
Bitch I got that post money
Why you think I post money
They think that they blew sutn
They ain't ever blow nothing
I just saw your post dummy
Nobody can run from me
Made him wipe his nose runny
Run we left the scene bloody
Pour up in my cup muddy
That shit left my vision fuzzy
He don't know the code does he
Broke it now that shit got ugly
I count bills
Until I can't
Do this shit till I can't feel
I'm in my bag
Count this shit up to a mil
I run up bands
NFL I'm in the field
I let it blam
Pa, Pa
Run up the bands
Because we poppin
Now we popular
Pop at his man
Yeah cause we poppin
Yeah we poppin' now
Two in the can
The other two killed just for poppin' out
Two in the can
The other two killed just for talkin' loud
Tool in my hand
I load it back he get to droppin' now
Got a tool in my hand
We load it back we get to walk him down
Got blues in my hand
I count it up and get to walking out
Got a tool in my hand
We get to poppin
Ain't no knockin' out
Know that money on my mind
When I came up from broke times
All you f*ckin' up my mind
I think you doin' coke lines
All you f*ckin' up my grind
I still kick back and recline
All you f*ckin' with my time
I still got time for tec nines
New Money
They stuck on that old money
Bitch I'm countin' blue hundreds
Don't you think that pole funny
Bitch I got that post money
Why you think I post money
They think that they blew sutn
They ain't ever blow nothing
I just saw your post dummy
Nobody can run from me
Made him wipe his nose runny
Run we left the scene bloody
Pour up in my cup muddy
That shit left my vision fuzzy
He don't know the code does he
Broke it now that shit got ugly
I count bills
Until I can't
Do this shit till I can't feel
I'm in my bag
Count this shit up to a mil
I run up bands
NFL I'm in the field
I let it blam
Pa, Pa
Pa Pa Pa
Yeah, New Money
Yeah, Pa Pa Pa
Yeah, New Money
Yeah, Pa Pa Pa
Yeah, New Money
New Money
They stuck on that old money
Bitch I'm countin' blue hundreds
Don't you think that pole funny
Bitch I got that post money
Why you think I post money
They think that they blew sutn
They ain't ever blow nothing
I just saw your post dummy
Nobody can run from me
Made him wipe his nose runny
Run we left the scene bloody
Pour up in my cup muddy
That shit left my vision fuzzy
He don't know the code does he
Broke it now that shit got ugly
I count bills
Until I can't
Do this shit till I can't feel
I'm in my bag
Count this shit up to a mil
I run up bands
NFL I'm in the field
I let it blam
Pa, Pa
Run up the bands
Because we poppin
Now we popular
Pop at his man
Yeah cause we poppin
Yeah we poppin' now
Two in the can
The other two killed just for poppin' out
Two in the can
The other two killed just for talkin' loud
Tool in my hand
I load it back he get to droppin' now
Got a tool in my hand
We load it back we get to walk him down
Got blues in my hand
I count it up and get to walking out
Got a tool in my hand
We get to poppin
Ain't no knockin' out
Know that money on my mind
When I came up from broke times
All you f*ckin' up my mind
I think you doin' coke lines
All you f*ckin' up my grind
I still kick back and recline
All you f*ckin' with my time
I still got time for tec nines
New Money
They stuck on that old money
Bitch I'm countin' blue hundreds
Don't you think that pole funny
Bitch I got that post money
Why you think I post money
They think that they blew sutn
They ain't ever blow nothing
I just saw your post dummy
Nobody can run from me
Made him wipe his nose runny
Run we left the scene bloody
Pour up in my cup muddy
That shit left my vision fuzzy
He don't know the code does he
Broke it now that shit got ugly
I count bills
Until I can't
Do this shit till I can't feel
I'm in my bag
Count this shit up to a mil
I run up bands
NFL I'm in the field
I let it blam
Pa, Pa
Writer: Augustinas Rinkevicius
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