Lyrics New World Order (N.W.O) - Bas

New World Order (N.W.O)

I swear it feel like, I swear it feel like
I swear it feel like a quarter to midnight
Riding in Dis 5
Bumping my own shit, bumping my own shit
Pedal to the floor, I ain’t braking no more
And we get paid, that’s off words
And I been made, ho, that’s my word
Ho, that’s my word
This shit is for life, N-W-O
I ain’t hitting you back, I’m done with you hoes
N-W-O
Money growing farms, gotta get your figures up
Gotta grow an arm 'fore you pull your niggas up
Spend it on a bond money, you was savin' up
And all they could respond is you never gave enough
Everything gratuitous
You don’t want a pot to piss, you want a pool to piss
Never taking it for granted like I’m new to this
Keep my waitress heavy-handed, fuck my stewardess
Who is this sick nigga?
Jealousy a trait saved for you bitch niggas
So wait, bitch, hold up, get a hold of this nigga
Just got out the meeting and they talking big figures
But I’ma need more money than these drop a brick niggas
Convos and commas, convos and K’s
If that’s what you talking, ho, convos for days
Sky so big, got condos in space
Let’s save the world, all in good taste
And we get paid, that’s off words
And I been made, ho, that’s my word
Ho, that’s my word
This shit is for life, N-W-O
I ain’t hitting you back, I’m done with you hoes
N-W-O
I got us, a worth, that’s the truest of it
A bird lose itself worth, that’s the Louie of it
Why so materialistic, life will pass you, egotistic
It’s how the universe work, that’s the beauty of it
Seen you from the first twerk, that’s the booty of it
Lately been so hedonistic, give me ass, don’t need no friendship
Living life, all my tickets copped one way
And these bitches all in my runway
As of late, I drink and smoke every day
Hesitate, just another shot you never take
Riding down the block in the Rari
Tryna' squeeze two hoes besides me
Six at the club, turned twelve at the hotel
You would think these hoes Saimese
And they got homies, bodies
And they roll l’s if I let them ride shotty
Cause that’s all it would take
Let’s save the world, all in good taste
And we get paid, that’s off words
And I been made, ho, that’s my word
Ho, that’s my word
This shit is for life, N-W-O
I ain’t hitting you back, I’m done with you hoes
N-W-O
Me?
I’m too fly, y’all sweet, y’all niggas fruit flies
Y’all speak, y’all niggas hoopla, y’all weak, y’all hoop ride
I must be the coldest, walk up in the room (vroom)
And ya bitch old, I’m looking for some new’s
I must be the coldest, walk up in the room (vroom)
And ya bitch old, I’m looking for some new’s