Brand New

Hunnid bands for a kilo, nigga
 I didn't know who to trust, once I hopped in the coupe
 Once I hopped in my bag, yeah, I didn't know what to do
 Gotta get this money, you can't let it change you
 But I can't lie, all these hunnids got a nigga feelin' brand new
 I just fucked my main bitch on a private jet to Cancun
 Gave her my heart before I knew the bitch was ran through
 That's why when it come to these hoes
 I gotta stay in love with double cup, yeah
 Chasin' the bag, that's on the regular, I gotta run it up, yeah
 When it came to gettin' racks, I got new dividends
 Got a thick brown skin bitch, I call her Cinnamon
 Took some losses in these streets
 I gotta pack and then wait for the win
 I had to tuck a mil', I got in the field, nigga, then I did it again
 I was in the streets lil' nigga, I really went platinum, yeah
 Feelin' like Joe when I was in the trap
 I was whippin' up Jacksons, yeah
 I was down bad, niggas turned they backs, yeah
 They ain't know that I was fillin' up the mattress, yeah
 I was just a broke nigga, now a nigga designer my feet
 '17 foreign car, tinted windows, ridin' down the street, yeah
 I gotta feed the streets, the motto is "All my niggas gotta eat"
 I had to trap it out, I wasn't even gettin' no sleep, yeah
 I didn't know who to trust, once I hopped in the coupe
 Once I hopped in my bag, yeah, I didn't know what to do
 Gotta get this money, you can't let it change you
 But I can't lie, all these hunnids got a nigga feelin' brand new
 I just fucked my main bitch on a private jet to Cancun
 Gave her my heart before I knew the bitch was ran through
 That's why when it come to these hoes
 I gotta stay in love with double cup, yeah
 Chasin' the bag, that's on the regular, I gotta run it up, yeah
 Ayy, gotta put my new bitch in a mink
 She collect the bag like a Brink
 And that shit mean everything to me
 'Cause she gotta ball like me
 I was gettin' off of robbin', I was on and off the road
 Had to learn the hard way that these streets so cold
 Celebratin' with the Ace of Spade, pourin' up the rose gold
 You would think I was in the garden how I'm pullin' up the Rolls
 You would think that I'm a shredder how I'm fuckin' up a check
 And I ain't never played tennis but I got a couple on my neck
 She say she want me to flood the face to get the Audemars Piguet
 I'm the youngest richest nigga that been poppin' out the set
 I got the answers, nigga, I don't need no auto-correct
 Got it jumpin' out my own city
 Then I moved to Brooklyn like the Nets, yeah, yeah
 I didn't know who to trust, once I hopped in the coupe
 Once I hopped in my bag, yeah, I didn't know what to do
 Gotta get this money, you can't let it change you
 But I can't lie, all these hunnids got a nigga feelin' brand new
 I just fucked my main bitch on a private jet to Cancun
 Gave her my heart before I knew the bitch was ran through
 That's why when it come to these hoes
 I gotta stay in love with double cup, yeah
 Chasin' the bag, that's on the regular, I gotta run it up, yeah