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Jordae - New money (feat. Waittheresbryce) Lyrics
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[ Featuring Jaelew ]

I got new type money, not that old money Make a nigga spaz out, he a crash dummy
He's a damn dummy Rob a nigga, sit his ass up, he lookin' funny
We got new type money, not that old money If I go down to your hood, then I damn run it
Call up lil' bruh if I wanna crash out DBL, hoppout Bryce, nigga know he crashed out
Bitches think I'm gonna f*ck him, nah, bitch you Cracked out
Niggas poppin' lip until you shoot they f*ckin' tongue out
Till we get, they drop now , a nigga gotta run now
Hit the club up with my niggas, now we throwin' Dubs down
Now I'm in the club, she said that she love me Baby girl, just leave me alone, she keep textin
She keep blowin' up a nigga phone You know me and Jordae finna bump it on this song
Pass the bitch to my big brother, cause I know he want a bone
He a dog, he like Drizzy, he a clone And bitch, I'm bulletproof, just like I'm superman
She stuck just like she superglue I put on red, I think she blind cause she still see the blues
Won't see me up up on your timeline, I'll be on the news
Diamonds shine like Pikachu, quit watchin' me, I'm watchin' you
Don't think that I don't know the truth
I'm gettin' new money, nigga, f*ck that old cash
She said she love me, baby, come and shake that whole ass
I'm gettin' new type money, f*ck that old cash
I got these bitches on my dick and that's the wrong task
I'm gettin' new type money and it's comin' fast
I got new type money, not that old money Make a nigga spaz out here, crash dummy
If my nigga don't trust you, he'll crash out We got new type money, not that old money
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I got new type money, not that old money Make a nigga spaz out, he a crash dummy
He's a damn dummy Rob a nigga, sit his ass up, he lookin' funny
We got new type money, not that old money If I go down to your hood, then I damn run it
Call up lil' bruh if I wanna crash out DBL, hoppout Bryce, nigga know he crashed out
Bitches think I'm gonna f*ck him, nah, bitch you Cracked out
Niggas poppin' lip until you shoot they f*ckin' tongue out
Till we get, they drop now , a nigga gotta run now
Hit the club up with my niggas, now we throwin' Dubs down
Now I'm in the club, she said that she love me Baby girl, just leave me alone, she keep textin
She keep blowin' up a nigga phone You know me and Jordae finna bump it on this song
Pass the bitch to my big brother, cause I know he want a bone
He a dog, he like Drizzy, he a clone And bitch, I'm bulletproof, just like I'm superman
She stuck just like she superglue I put on red, I think she blind cause she still see the blues
Won't see me up up on your timeline, I'll be on the news
Diamonds shine like Pikachu, quit watchin' me, I'm watchin' you
Don't think that I don't know the truth
I'm gettin' new money, nigga, f*ck that old cash
She said she love me, baby, come and shake that whole ass
I'm gettin' new type money, f*ck that old cash
I got these bitches on my dick and that's the wrong task
I'm gettin' new type money and it's comin' fast
I got new type money, not that old money Make a nigga spaz out here, crash dummy
If my nigga don't trust you, he'll crash out We got new type money, not that old money
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Writer: GARY EVAN FOUNTAINE, JADARREN LEWIS, KENTRELL GAULDEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave

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