OFFICIAL VISUALIZER OUT NOW ON YT!!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VFTdL4g3pN0

payroll p. ksubi

prod. xxgee

lyrics:

Hook:
No i cannot go out sad
No i cannot go out bad
Cuttin’ up like I'm on a track
Chase the pape’ now I'm on that bag
She don't know that i ball like damn
Tell her “baby ill be right back”
And she want me to be on the ride down
Yeah she like how I do it like that
And the-and these pussys cant touch my bred

Verse:
Take her ‘round my city like lets go
That boy snitched like he a fed hoe
And she like how I get to my bred
And u-and u fake like no we aint friends
I put pressure you better play defense
And she like how i drip up in designer
Ts wet bitch I dive in the deep end
Baby tell me I'll be the one
Better prove it cause i heard ts before
Tryna OD off your real love
We make cinematics no regal
And my life gon' be real rough
If I cant see you one time
And I told you ill still try for you
(baby ill still try for you)
And I try so hard to fight
Hope that I aint run out of time
You the love of my life uhh uh

Hook:
No I cannot go out sad
No I cannot go out bad
Cuttin' up like I'm on a track
Chase the pape' now I'm on that bag
She don't know that i ball like damn
Tell her baby ill be right back
And she want me to be on the ride down
Yeah she like how i do it like that
And the-and these pussys cant touch my bred

4U p. xxgee

wassup p. kkoreaxo

prod. tainykick

Lyrics:

Pre Hook:

Jump out the whip like bunny
Laugh to the bank funny money
Swerve in the whip bitch im cuttin’
Red in my cup its muddy
Uh, new guala
(new guala)
Same me, new money
(new money)
S-Same me, new money
(new money)
S-S-Same me, new money

Hook:

(yeah)
(ahahaha on god on god same me new money)
S-Same me, new money
(new money)
Same me, new money
(new money)
S-Same me, new money
(new money)
Same me, new money
(oh yeah)
Same me, new money
(oh yeah)
Same me-Same me, new money

Verse:

yuh, same me, brand new clothes
And she said my life’s over
Sip till im on the floor
Bought flight take trips to costa
And i spent up yo whole fund
(yeah)
But im not done we catch that boy with sonar

And bitch im feening for you
Love’s drug im junkie for ya
Let out my fang bite ya
Don't say sum bout my life bitch
Cause you ain't paying for nun
(no you ain't paying for nun)
No they cant hang with us
(no they can’t hang with us bitch)

Hook:

(yeah)
(ahahaha on god on god same me new money)
S-Same me, new money
(new money)
Same me, new money
(new money)
S-Same me, new money
(new money)
Same me, new money
(oh yeah)
Same me, new money
(oh yeah)
Same me-Same me, new money

SAME ME NEW $$$

self prod

Lyrics:

PreHook:

They all look when i walk in
They all wanna judge me
I can see it I can see it
I-I-I-I can see it i can see it
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I can see it I-I-I

Hook:

I can see it I-I
I can see it I can see it
I can see it I can see it
I-I-I-I-I-I-I can see it I can see it

Verse:

Uh, whatchu want baby I can get it for u
Uh, whatchu talkin’ bout whatchu trippin’ over
Yeah, she at NOVA
Yess I hate being sober
Bitch I drip up in BB
My chain shinin’, see it 3-D
Make a tape see it on TV
Text her “come over bae see me”
Yeah, I want you baby yeah, I want you girl
I got badass habits I wanna spend my bread on pearls
And my mind spiraling its going down just like a curl

Hook:

I can see it I-I
I can see it I can see it
I can see it I can see it
I-I-I-I-I-I-I can see it I can see it

Prod. JED x beela

Lyrics:

Hook:

Whatchu’ mean
Stack up my pesos, count my beans
She like my voice, she like how I sound
They can-they can swing at me but I won’t fall down
Like-like-like piano hit her G note we go wild
They say “gio you got fashion, you got style”
Imma run to the bread I pop out
Send a shooter to yo crib I call out

Verse:

I go-I go crazy for you baby, I go wild
Taking too many drugs, I go out
And it you and me, I want you girl
We can start a new life, start a new world
Bae just tell me whatchu’ wan’t, what’s the word
You know you will always be my babygirl
Don’t u trip bout’ nun i gotchu’
Don' t worry bout’ pocket watchers
I got demons in my head
I think I see an imposer
I got shooters better watch out
You go hard but I go harder
Hot as sun but shordy hotter
We gon’ eat at benihana
Like its EA it’s in the game
So why u try to hate me playa?
She a wild cat I tame her
She fuck wit’ me i’m not no lame uh

Whatchu’ mean, whatchu’ mean
Whatchu’ mean, whatchu’ mean
Whatchu’ mean, whatchu’ mean
Whatchu’ mean, whatchu’ me-

Hook:

Whatchu’ mean
Stack up my pesos, count my beans
She like my voice, she like how I sound
They can-they can swing at me but I won’t fall down
Like-like-like piano hit her G note we go wild
They say “gio you got fashion, you got style”
Imma run to the bread I pop out
S-S-Send a shooter to yo crib I call out

watchu mean prod. JED x beela

Prod. zeurtuo x beela

Lyrics:

Hook:

Why do I still see you?
I’m washing down up all my pain no I can’t ever fear you
I’m way too scared to tell you how I feel I'm way to lost
I’m way too lost

Verse:

Missed calls on my phone
Feel like I'm better when I’m alone
You tell me you want someone grown
So why-so why you still blowing my phone?
I gave you my heart yeah I took you to my home
Baby you was my queen now it’s a empty throne

Ye-ye-yes I’m feeling fucked up
I guess it was tough luck
Everyday is getting harder I just wanted your love
Never wanted anything but you so why you switchin’ up?
Washing down my feelings now I’m feeling so gone
(I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone)
I'm so lost I’m so lost without you

(I'm gone) x16

I can’t handle everything thats going on
I drink all day I can’t feel anything
Im gone

Hook:

Why do I still see you?
I’m washing down up all my pain no I can’t ever fear you
I’m way too scared to tell you how I feel I'm way to lost
I’m way too lost

I'm Gone

Self Prod

Lyrics:

You aint been on no shit
Yeah, spent 3 bands on dolce
S-s-s-s-s-Stay true that I’ll never be on hoe shit
Yeah, I’m on go shit
Big gun they call it top knocker
Yeah, you ain’t on nada
This ho’ give me top noggin’
Don’t give me then answers I don’t fw yo logic
Yeah, throwin’ money at the floor I swim in top dollar
Yeah, pull up to her crib I left there with marks on my collar
Bitch-bitch-bitch I’m not your father
So don't-so don't try to ask for nun’
I do drugs for fun
Za vapor in my lung
Like @ih8sev I’m up to sum
40 round up and dump
I just want one shawty i don’t go and share my love
And don’t try to put my name on some shit i ain’t with no drama
And I’m on double o shit we go ahead go and gun em-
Down down down down-
She go crazy making me go-
Damn damn damn damn-
Guala countin’ count a lotta
They easy targets call em bots
Like shippin’ baby show dat box
VVS on me heavy rocks
I’m still that gio where dat knot
If I-If I was you i’d kill myself
I’d probably hate me too
Cause all that bred he holdin’ that shit worth less than my shoe
I slide-I slide in dat coupe
And I smoke up up in dis booth
Sweep dat-sweep dat boy I need my broom
I take dat bad bih to my room
It’s sum bout you cause you so different but you ain’t shit
I got-I got this lolli in my pants yeah she tryna lick shit
And my fit cold yeah my fit staying on some sick shit
Yeah, you can’t get like me, no you can’t get like this
White bitch, good head
I’ve been on, my shit
Pop tags, new ricks
New wrist
you -you ain’t, know I could get like this
Yell-yell at me like type shit
You just mad on tight shit
I just fucked a tight bitch
Don't try waste my time hoe
Cra-cra-crazy how I like it
Watching all that time flow
When I stay up on high shit
She fw me off rip off straight up off them photos
I promise I will never tweak again no loco
She gon rep me just like a logo
I told myself i’ll never trip about a hoe
Im smoking good shit you see it in my ojo
Yeah, shoutout to my bro

drama

prod. smllslikekurtt

Lyrics:

Hook:

Uhuh, 5hunnid in a day
Bitch, I slide for that pape’
Bitch, east side in VA
Yeah, pick a side but just stay there hoe
Real young but my pape’, grown
Bitch said that she love to give dome
I’m tryna get that throat
Yeah, she keep on blowing my phone
I’m poppin’ out better text yo hoe

Verse:

I got a big ass AR to yo dome
I’m putting BB balenci my clothes
You know I paid for this
You know it’s nun to me
Yuh, I’m tryna go and get rich
B-baby just open yo leg
I’m tryna beat that kitty
Uhuh, I’m tryna beat that shit, up
I need my hunnids and fiftys
I’m finna-I’m finna slide bae come with me
Twenty two three what I clutch when I slide
Babygirl lovin’ my fit bitch I’m fly
I’m finna grab on her shit like a claw
New BB kicks on my fit it’s sum slight
Bae reaching too low she grab the wrong pipe
Bitch I’m upin’ the fye it’s on sight it’s on god

Hook:

Uhuh, 5hunnid in a day
Bitch, I slide for that pape’
Bitch, east side in VA
Yeah, pick a side but just stay there hoe
Real young but my pape’, grown
Bitch said that she love to give dome
I’m tryna get that throat
Yeah, she keep on blowing my phone
I’m poppin’ out better text yo hoe

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