Lyrics New Tradition - nessly

New Tradition

Yeah, yeah
Ayy, I lift an arm up on the Fisker Karma
Bring that beef right to your street like you want some shawarma
We’re not in love, we’re not in love
We’re not in love, we’re not in love, ooh, yeah
Mount Fuji wrist, yeah, too much drip, yeah
Too delish', I made both 'em kiss (Mwah)
We got pots, we got scales, like we fryin' fish
I got pints not on sale, my dealer my dietician
Like a bitch who won’t get married, well, you won’t be missed
Hundred thousand at the judge to get the case dismissed
I touch way too many hundreds, got blue fingerprints
All this water in my chains, they playin' battleship
We’re not in love, we’re not in love
We’re not in love, we’re not in love
We’re not in love, we’re not in love
We’re not in love, we’re not in love, yeah
Mount Fuji wrist, cut the foolishness
I baptized my wrist in VV’s, a brand new tradition
She wanna see just how I’m livin', buy a movie ticket
My fingerprint all on them hundreds, bitch, I do forensics (Yeah)
Everything high fashion, two thousand for my fabrics
Cartier eyeglass, I see you ridin' past
I fucked her like I’m in a rush, her body an hourglass
I told her drop on both of her knees, I’m tryna do arts and crafts (Yeah)
She suck me 'til I prune, my Louis Jeff Koons
I pour a two stick on my side like I’m in a saloon
My crib the highest level up, reach my room by the loon
She said she starving, stuck her hand in my Fruit of the Loom, but…
We’re not in love, we’re not in love
We’re not in love, we’re not in love
We’re not in love, we’re not in love
We’re not in love, we’re not in love