| I didn’t know who to trust, once I hopped in the coupe
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| Once I hopped in my bag, yeah, I didn’t know what to do
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| Gotta get this money, you can’t let it change you
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| But I can’t lie, all these hunnids got a nigga feelin' brand new
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| I just fucked my main bitch on a private jet to Cancun
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| Gave her my heart before I knew the bitch was ran through
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| That’s why when it come to these hoes, I gotta stay in love with double cup,
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| yeah
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| Chasin' the bag, that’s on the regular, I gotta run it up, yeah
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| When it came to gettin' racks, I got new dividends
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| Got a thick brown skin bitch, I call her Cinnamon
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| Took some losses in these streets, I gotta pack and then wait for the win
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| I had to tuck a mil', I got in the field, nigga, then I did it again
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| I was in the streets lil' nigga, I really went platinum, yeah
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| Feelin' like Joe when I was in the trap, I was whippin' up Jacksons, yeah
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| I was down bad, niggas turned they backs, yeah
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| They ain’t know that I was fillin' up the mattress, yeah
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| I was just a broke nigga, now a nigga designer my feet
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| '17 foreign car, tinted windows, ridin' down the street, yeah
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| I gotta feed the streets, the motto is «All my niggas gotta eat»
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| I had to trap it out, I wasn’t even gettin' no sleep, yeah
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| I didn’t know who to trust, once I hopped in the coupe
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| Once I hopped in my bag, yeah, I didn’t know what to do
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| Gotta get this money, you can’t let it change you
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| But I can’t lie, all these hunnids got a nigga feelin' brand new
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| I just fucked my main bitch on a private jet to Cancun
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| Gave her my heart before I knew the bitch was ran through
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| That’s why when it come to these hoes, I gotta stay in love with double cup,
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| yeah
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| Chasin' the bag, that’s on the regular, I gotta run it up, yeah
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| Ayy, gotta put my new bitch in a mink
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| She collect the bag like a Brink
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| And that shit mean everything to me
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| 'Cause she gotta ball like me
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| I was gettin' off of robbin', I was on and off the road
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| Had to learn the hard way that these streets so cold
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| Celebratin' with the Ace of Spade, pourin' up the rose gold
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| You would think I was in the garden how I’m pullin' up the Rolls
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| You would think that I’m a shredder how I’m fuckin' up a check
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| And I ain’t never played tennis but I got a couple on my neck
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| She say she want me to flood the face to get the Audemars Piguet
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| I’m the youngest richest nigga that been poppin' out the set
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| I got the answers, nigga, I don’t need no auto-correct
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| Got it jumpin' out my own city, then I moved to Brooklyn like the Nets, yeah,
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| yeah
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| I didn’t know who to trust, once I hopped in the coupe
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| Once I hopped in my bag, yeah, I didn’t know what to do
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| Gotta get this money, you can’t let it change you
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| But I can’t lie, all these hunnids got a nigga feelin' brand new
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| I just fucked my main bitch on a private jet to Cancun
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| Gave her my heart before I knew the bitch was ran through
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| That’s why when it come to these hoes, I gotta stay in love with double cup,
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| yeah
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| Chasin' the bag, that’s on the regular, I gotta run it up, yeah |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brand New, artist - Roddy Ricch. Album song Feed Tha Streets II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп