Lyrics New Strain - Money Man, Lil Gotit

New Strain - Money Man, Lil Gotit
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

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Artist lyrics: Lil Gotit