New phone, who dis?
New stones, new wrist
New clothes, new fit
New hoe
Fresh as f*ck, yup, I'm never going sour
I've been sonning niggas, I've been running off that solar power
I could, I could, I could go for hours
Turn my lines into something I'll make a fortune out of
Look he on the grind, I don't think it's time to stop
Pussy on my mind, I don't think outside the box
Cause all these women f*cking up my creativity
They feeling me, ok, probably cause I kick game way differently
I don't buy that name brand shit, I just bought a fifth
I tell your girl my plane just landed, and she drop a pin
The man finesse, I sign off on the bill and get her panties wet
I manifest the skill of writing well and need my damn respect
Cannot let them all get to me, f*ck commentary
Hit the mall, whole crew balled, monk monestary
No more volunteering verses, I need something monetary
Lump sum, up front, you got me f*cked up
New phone, who dis?
New stones, new wrist
New clothes, new fit
New hoe, new bitch
New phone, who dis?
New stones, new wrist
New clothes, new fit
New hoe, new bitch
If you're looking in my direction, hit the venmo, I need five stacks
Came with you, she left with me, return her after I smash
My bad, all the women want him like a thigh gap
I saw that new shit, I had to buy that
Party bus, pardon us, I don't see the problem bruh
Oh, you don't speak our language? Dollar sign the common tongue
Front trunk, turn her on, now she wanna f*ck some
Hit it so good, that her dad passed me her trust fund
Them checks surround me, it look like I'm in the Czech Republic
Bed up in the Dungeon, dream about it and the checks that come in
Checks in abundance, check the hundreds, go and check the luggage
I'm on my way to Ireland, cause the checks Dublin
I don't check the judgement, f*ck commentary
Hit the mall, whole crew balled, monk monestary
No more volunteering verses, I need something monetary
Lump sum, up front, you got me f*cked up
New phone, who dis?
New stones, new wrist
New clothes, new fit
New hoe, new bitch
New phone, who dis?
New stones, new wrist
New clothes, new fit
New hoe, new bitch
New phone, who dis?
New stones, new wrist
New clothes, new fit
New hoe, new bitch
New phone, who dis?
New stones, new wrist
New clothes, new fit
New hoe, new bitch
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New phone, who dis?
New stones, new wrist
New clothes, new fit
New hoe
Fresh as f*ck, yup, I'm never going sour
I've been sonning niggas, I've been running off that solar power
I could, I could, I could go for hours
Turn my lines into something I'll make a fortune out of
Look he on the grind, I don't think it's time to stop
Pussy on my mind, I don't think outside the box
Cause all these women f*cking up my creativity
They feeling me, ok, probably cause I kick game way differently
I don't buy that name brand shit, I just bought a fifth
I tell your girl my plane just landed, and she drop a pin
The man finesse, I sign off on the bill and get her panties wet
I manifest the skill of writing well and need my damn respect
Cannot let them all get to me, f*ck commentary
Hit the mall, whole crew balled, monk monestary
No more volunteering verses, I need something monetary
Lump sum, up front, you got me f*cked up
New phone, who dis?
New stones, new wrist
New clothes, new fit
New hoe, new bitch
New phone, who dis?
New stones, new wrist
New clothes, new fit
New hoe, new bitch
If you're looking in my direction, hit the venmo, I need five stacks
Came with you, she left with me, return her after I smash
My bad, all the women want him like a thigh gap
I saw that new shit, I had to buy that
Party bus, pardon us, I don't see the problem bruh
Oh, you don't speak our language? Dollar sign the common tongue
Front trunk, turn her on, now she wanna f*ck some
Hit it so good, that her dad passed me her trust fund
Them checks surround me, it look like I'm in the Czech Republic
Bed up in the Dungeon, dream about it and the checks that come in
Checks in abundance, check the hundreds, go and check the luggage
I'm on my way to Ireland, cause the checks Dublin
I don't check the judgement, f*ck commentary
Hit the mall, whole crew balled, monk monestary
No more volunteering verses, I need something monetary
Lump sum, up front, you got me f*cked up
New phone, who dis?
New stones, new wrist
New clothes, new fit
New hoe, new bitch
New phone, who dis?
New stones, new wrist
New clothes, new fit
New hoe, new bitch
New phone, who dis?
New stones, new wrist
New clothes, new fit
New hoe, new bitch
New phone, who dis?
New stones, new wrist
New clothes, new fit
New hoe, new bitch
New stones, new wrist
New clothes, new fit
New hoe
Fresh as f*ck, yup, I'm never going sour
I've been sonning niggas, I've been running off that solar power
I could, I could, I could go for hours
Turn my lines into something I'll make a fortune out of
Look he on the grind, I don't think it's time to stop
Pussy on my mind, I don't think outside the box
Cause all these women f*cking up my creativity
They feeling me, ok, probably cause I kick game way differently
I don't buy that name brand shit, I just bought a fifth
I tell your girl my plane just landed, and she drop a pin
The man finesse, I sign off on the bill and get her panties wet
I manifest the skill of writing well and need my damn respect
Cannot let them all get to me, f*ck commentary
Hit the mall, whole crew balled, monk monestary
No more volunteering verses, I need something monetary
Lump sum, up front, you got me f*cked up
New phone, who dis?
New stones, new wrist
New clothes, new fit
New hoe, new bitch
New phone, who dis?
New stones, new wrist
New clothes, new fit
New hoe, new bitch
If you're looking in my direction, hit the venmo, I need five stacks
Came with you, she left with me, return her after I smash
My bad, all the women want him like a thigh gap
I saw that new shit, I had to buy that
Party bus, pardon us, I don't see the problem bruh
Oh, you don't speak our language? Dollar sign the common tongue
Front trunk, turn her on, now she wanna f*ck some
Hit it so good, that her dad passed me her trust fund
Them checks surround me, it look like I'm in the Czech Republic
Bed up in the Dungeon, dream about it and the checks that come in
Checks in abundance, check the hundreds, go and check the luggage
I'm on my way to Ireland, cause the checks Dublin
I don't check the judgement, f*ck commentary
Hit the mall, whole crew balled, monk monestary
No more volunteering verses, I need something monetary
Lump sum, up front, you got me f*cked up
New phone, who dis?
New stones, new wrist
New clothes, new fit
New hoe, new bitch
New phone, who dis?
New stones, new wrist
New clothes, new fit
New hoe, new bitch
New phone, who dis?
New stones, new wrist
New clothes, new fit
New hoe, new bitch
New phone, who dis?
New stones, new wrist
New clothes, new fit
New hoe, new bitch
Writer: ALEXANDER PAUL SACCO, OLLIE JOSEPH
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, O/B/O DistroKid