Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song New Strain, artist - Money Man. Album song Paranoia, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Black Circle, EMPIRE
Song language: English
New Strain |
Out the town, car get served |
I just got made 'em, now she blessed |
I just got the trap spot in Treecrest |
I just want the vibe between your legs, yeah |
No Swiper, nigga got bread, yeah |
Psychology, I just want head, yeah |
Nigga try and rob me, he a dead man |
I’ma put the stick to his head, man |
Lil' mama, what’s your name? |
I just caught a play inside the Range |
Frequently, and it’s gon' rain |
Had to go switch up my aim |
Burnin' on brand new strain |
Why a nigga up, nigga strange |
I done made plenty mistakes |
Got bales in the Ford Escape |
Took them bags state to state |
I just bought a new estate |
All my cars up to date |
Sorry, lil' mama, no date, yeah |
And I’m gettin' bags off faith, yeah |
These niggas love to envy, no DJ |
And I got pounds on the plane, yeah, PJ |
Runnin' to the racks, no relay |
These niggas sweet like cheesecake |
Can’t trust niggas, they grimy |
Can’t trust niggas, they slimy |
New AP for my timing |
VVS stone my diamonds |
80K on me, ain’t get it from rhyming |
I don’t need a voucher, no cosigner |
I don’t wanna talk to none of these liars |
Shawty my rock like motherfuckin' Plies |
I just want the energy between your thighs |
I’ll put the red beam between your eyes |
Walkin' out the bank and a nigga all smiles |
I just bought a mansion to raise my child |
I just put the diamonds in place of my dial |
Quartz on the counter and the flood that towel |
I just met Jimmy and fuck with D-Child |
And we finna mail a couple packages out |
Took her to the pent' and I beat her back out |
Hit her so long that she had to tap out |
I just wanna vibe between your legs, yeah |
No Swiper, nigga got bread, yeah |
Psychology, I just want head, yeah |
Nigga try and rob me, he a dead man |
I’ma put the stick to his head, man |
Lil' mama, what’s your name? |
I just caught a play inside the Range |
Frequently, and it’s gon' rain |
Had to go switch up my aim |
Burnin' on brand new strain |
Why a nigga up, nigga strange |
I done made plenty mistakes |
Got bales in the Ford Escape |
Took them bags state to state |
I just bought a new estate |
All my cars up to date |
Sorry, lil' mama, no date, yeah |
And I’m gettin' bags off faith, yeah |
These niggas love to envy, no DJ |
And I got pounds on the plane, yeah, PJ |
Runnin' to the racks, no relay |
These niggas sweet like cheesecake |
Can’t trust niggas, they grimy |
Can’t trust niggas, they slimy |
Your main ho, yeah, it’s too slimy (She slimy) |
Fuck one time, ain’t cuffin' no thotty (One time) |
High water, got Chanel lining (High water) |
Kid-kid got the heart of a lion (Kid-kid) |
I got a brain, put a bitch out the door (Let's go) |
Big racks and a bag full of locs (Rack-racks) |
These cap ass niggas ain’t goin' |
And my chopper got an autotune |
Got the rocket in the gold Gucci boots (Doon doon) |
All cream, yeah, I bought them too (All cream) |
Homie say he tryna take that ooh (What?) |
I’ma clean his ass faster than food (Let's go) |
They tryna set shit up, I’ma go’n hit him up |
Neighbors, I’ma send it, had to give it to the Lord |
You keep on tryin', they gon' give up |
And Stick Baby, know he gon' take you, no |
I don’t even wan' take it there |
For my son, I’ll take it there |
For these riches, I’ll take it there |
On the way home, I’ma make it there (Let's go) |
AP shine but I don’t even know the time (Damn, that’s crazy) |
Yeah, grind, spend a hundred, block my mind |
Like LeBron, I’m in my prime (Prime) |
Bite the hand that feed you, you slime |
That snot, I can show you a slime (On God) |
They gon' know when a nigga start slidin' (Let's go) |
Had to go switch up my aim |
Burnin' on brand new strain |
Why a nigga up, nigga strange |
I done made plenty mistakes |
Got bales in the Ford Escape |
Took them bags state to state |
I just bought a new estate |
All my cars up to date |
Sorry, lil' mama, no date, yeah |
And I’m gettin' bags off faith, yeah |
These niggas love to envy, no DJ |
And I got pounds on the plane, yeah, PJ |
Runnin' to the racks, no relay |
These niggas sweet like cheesecake |
Can’t trust niggas, they grimy |
Can’t trust niggas, they slimy |