Whole lot of new money
Nigga got a problem then do some
Fast ass car cost two some
Where my cup at? pour a two or some
Whole lot of new money
She brought her best friend like she want to have a threesome
Real rug rat, I was trapping out Nissan
Aye
Better not freeze when that mother f*cking heat come
And
I'm not in my feelings, but I'm clutching on Nina
And
These niggas ain't seeing me, feel something like Cena
And
I'm tryna f*ck Ashley, Teresa, and Gia
I hit so many bitches in my momma kia
She said that she love me, but I do not need her
Clutching on that four phaser, Send that boy right to the freezer
Got racks in the Loui, got racks in the Go yard
Boy why is you hating, I don't even know y'all
Walk in, they salute I'm a mother f*cking soldier
My bitches so bougie, Designer her shoulder
I could f*ck your bitch but I don't even know her
Roll up and get high, I'm a mother f*cking stoner
Whole lot of new money
Nigga got a problem then do some
Fast ass car cost two some
Where my cup at? pour a two or some
Whole lot of new money
She brought her best friend like she want to have a threesome
Real rug rat, I was trapping out Nissan
Aye
Better not freeze when that mother f*cking heat come
And
I'm not in my feelings, but I'm clutching on Nina
Spiked up that backpack
Stepped on the gas, made her ass sit back
Ran up the rack, I ain't never did track
I don't want to be lonely
Hope I ain't the only
It's some hibachi in that fridge if you want it
It's something about your face I'm tryna bust on it
I text u purple hearts and monkey emojis
Spiked up that backpack
Stepped on the gas, made her ass sit back
Ran up the rack, I ain't never did track
Getting too much money, I can't beef with you homie
Playing with that pussy like macaroni
I'm a mother f*cking star, the sky where I'm going
She ain't put no keys in but she ride until the morning, woah
NHL Reece - nina hibachi Lyrics
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Whole lot of new money
Nigga got a problem then do some
Fast ass car cost two some
Where my cup at? pour a two or some
Whole lot of new money
She brought her best friend like she want to have a threesome
Real rug rat, I was trapping out Nissan
Aye
Better not freeze when that mother f*cking heat come
And
I'm not in my feelings, but I'm clutching on Nina
And
These niggas ain't seeing me, feel something like Cena
And
I'm tryna f*ck Ashley, Teresa, and Gia
I hit so many bitches in my momma kia
She said that she love me, but I do not need her
Clutching on that four phaser, Send that boy right to the freezer
Got racks in the Loui, got racks in the Go yard
Boy why is you hating, I don't even know y'all
Walk in, they salute I'm a mother f*cking soldier
My bitches so bougie, Designer her shoulder
I could f*ck your bitch but I don't even know her
Roll up and get high, I'm a mother f*cking stoner
Whole lot of new money
Nigga got a problem then do some
Fast ass car cost two some
Where my cup at? pour a two or some
Whole lot of new money
She brought her best friend like she want to have a threesome
Real rug rat, I was trapping out Nissan
Aye
Better not freeze when that mother f*cking heat come
And
I'm not in my feelings, but I'm clutching on Nina
Spiked up that backpack
Stepped on the gas, made her ass sit back
Ran up the rack, I ain't never did track
I don't want to be lonely
Hope I ain't the only
It's some hibachi in that fridge if you want it
It's something about your face I'm tryna bust on it
I text u purple hearts and monkey emojis
Spiked up that backpack
Stepped on the gas, made her ass sit back
Ran up the rack, I ain't never did track
Getting too much money, I can't beef with you homie
Playing with that pussy like macaroni
I'm a mother f*cking star, the sky where I'm going
She ain't put no keys in but she ride until the morning, woah
Nigga got a problem then do some
Fast ass car cost two some
Where my cup at? pour a two or some
Whole lot of new money
She brought her best friend like she want to have a threesome
Real rug rat, I was trapping out Nissan
Aye
Better not freeze when that mother f*cking heat come
And
I'm not in my feelings, but I'm clutching on Nina
And
These niggas ain't seeing me, feel something like Cena
And
I'm tryna f*ck Ashley, Teresa, and Gia
I hit so many bitches in my momma kia
She said that she love me, but I do not need her
Clutching on that four phaser, Send that boy right to the freezer
Got racks in the Loui, got racks in the Go yard
Boy why is you hating, I don't even know y'all
Walk in, they salute I'm a mother f*cking soldier
My bitches so bougie, Designer her shoulder
I could f*ck your bitch but I don't even know her
Roll up and get high, I'm a mother f*cking stoner
Whole lot of new money
Nigga got a problem then do some
Fast ass car cost two some
Where my cup at? pour a two or some
Whole lot of new money
She brought her best friend like she want to have a threesome
Real rug rat, I was trapping out Nissan
Aye
Better not freeze when that mother f*cking heat come
And
I'm not in my feelings, but I'm clutching on Nina
Spiked up that backpack
Stepped on the gas, made her ass sit back
Ran up the rack, I ain't never did track
I don't want to be lonely
Hope I ain't the only
It's some hibachi in that fridge if you want it
It's something about your face I'm tryna bust on it
I text u purple hearts and monkey emojis
Spiked up that backpack
Stepped on the gas, made her ass sit back
Ran up the rack, I ain't never did track
Getting too much money, I can't beef with you homie
Playing with that pussy like macaroni
I'm a mother f*cking star, the sky where I'm going
She ain't put no keys in but she ride until the morning, woah
Writer: caprice rolle
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