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[Lyrics]
I ran up a hundred, so why would I stop there?
Outside it get cold, yeah, I need me a Moncler
I won't buy her nothin', my neck and wrist bussin'
Yeah, come to the dinner table, I could serve you a hundred
YSL jeans too tight, ain't doin' no runnin'
Mouth sealed, she don't say nothin'
Yeah, and my new bitch spoiled as hell, get what she want
Tryin' not to pop it, I'm so addicted to stuntin'
Hell yeah, I do what I want

I need new cash or I don't show up
I don't go outside if I'm tore up
Got some fine shit tying my shoes
Got some fine shit rollin' my blunt
I got some thick shit up in my cup
I got some thick shit next to my squad
Know I'm so fly, I'm puttin' it on
I get so high, I do what I want

I turn any verse to my song and I kill it, for sure
Left out with that bitch and her best friend, but I can't take 'em both back to my home
Just cut me a check or the envelope and I might just pop out to your show
Mike Tyson the— okay, yeah, I bite
I fucked up her back, then sent her right back
Ayy, yeah, she know how to ride, ride like a bike
We don't do the rah-rah, it's on sight
No rules we abide by, get Fox 5'ed
And every time that we droppin', it go viral
If she your bitch but fuckin' with me I don't think she the right ho
I don't answer her calls or her texts, send that bitch in a spiral

I turn any verse to my song and I kill it, for sure
Left out with that bitch and her best friend, but I can't take 'em both back to my home
Outside it get cold, yeah, I need me a Moncler
I won't buy her nothin', my neck and wrist bussin'

I need new cash or I don't show up
I don't go outside if I'm tore up
Got some fine shit tying my shoes
Got some fine shit rollin' my blunt
I got some thick shit up in my cup
I got some thick shit next to my squad
Know I'm so fly, I'm puttin' it on
I get so high, I do what I want

New Cash

CANCUN FT CAPTAIN SWAG

(Prod. dimemadeit & deejaytmu)

Hey baby
Aye, I think I wanna make some cash today
Hey baby
I think I just got that bag today
Hey baby
Them niggas they just got mad today
Hey baby
I'm tryna work hard I'm tryna get off my ass today

I'm rappin my ass off fast today, I'm blowin that check mad fast okay
I got some money out the advance okay, I'm shooting that shit I won't pass today
Callin' yo hoe like Ándale
Ándale
Ándale
Boy we droppin them bombs today
Droppin' them bombs like Osama, okay

I'm tryna see how fast you work
You tryna flip that bag, come learn
Boy, I'm hot, I'm past the burn
We hit shit, it had to hurt
She see me, she had to lurk, When I see her, I ain't have to flirt
I like money, I got mad alerts, I like money, I got mad alerts
Aye, y'all niggas rats, yall got the mice on
I'm in the club, I got my ice on
She tryna fuck, she turn the lights on
I make a move, these niggas bite on
We sprayin' shit just like it's Lysol
Ain't gotta worry bout it I saw
We got a stick with a pipe on, Bitch, I'm slimey' like a python

Aye, Spinner
Them drop em
Bitch
Aye bitch I'm hot
Just like lava
Bitch
I'm the dog, bitch but I ain't never worn no collar
Grab the money, then I drop it, like I'm playing mancala, ay
Boy, you not, no executive, we shot your collar
And I'm inside Miami, gettin' Rasta pasta, ay
Bitch, I'm hot, and I'm poppin' like some fuckin' hot sauce, ay
I ain't heard that last shit that you made, that shit was caca

Hey baby
Aye, I think I wanna make some cash today
Hey baby
I think I just got that bag today
Hey baby
Them niggas they just got mad today
Hey baby
I'm tryna work hard I'm tryna get off my ass today

I'm rappin my ass off fast today, I'm blowin that check mad fast okay
I got some money out the advance okay, I'm shooting that shit I won't pass today
Callin' yo hoe like Ándale
Ándale
Ándale
Boy we droppin them bombs today
Droppin' them bombs like Osama, okay

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