| Soon as I step out on the scene camera’s flash
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| Got my cash right
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| Living like I’m stuck in a dream
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| It must be that new money
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| Hundred on the turnpike
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| Momma wish you could see this new money
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| When I hop up out the jet
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| New money
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| Out the pearly sky
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| Hey there’s new money
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| Never going broke my bank got new money
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| Momma how I wish you could see this new money
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| I stack rubber band rags
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| All tags get invaded
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| My subtle ass saying fuck the system that enslaved us
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| We want it all but won’t let it all change us
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| So we don’t respect players that playing that say they played it
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| To confident fools I choose not to say shit
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| The rocks in my jewels are viewed as my language
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| I’ve been to shit so I don’t take it to the brain
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| When these pretty flight attendants compliment me on my fragrance
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| Louie on the baggage claim, Pirelli on the pavement
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| Yves Saint Laurant Jean Paul Gaultier scent
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| A hundred thousand plus monthly yeah I make it
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| Kept it on some on top of some
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| They see me on TV and swear to God I’m changing
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| But ask BET if I was back stage blazing
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| This new money got these old niggas hating
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| Better know my aim is amazing |