Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song New Money, artist - Young Jeezy. Date of issue: 06.01.2013
Song language: English
New Money |
| Shining like new money, shining like new money |
| Shine-shining like new money, shining like new money |
| Let’s go |
| Nigga sexing where I’ve been |
| Nigga I’ve been on my grind |
| Flipping bricks and doing show |
| You can tell the way I shine |
| Out of sight, out of mind |
| Nigga you got me f*cked up |
| Say you got a hundred for me |
| Tell em back the truck up |
| My bitches say time peace |
| Crib for the time peace |
| Reminiscent about them days |
| Working with a nine peace |
| Got only nine cars, twenty guns three trucks |
| Says.to me ask em if I give a f*ck |
| Them squares they from Mexico, bakes they from Tokyo |
| Do it for the homie still post it at the emo coast |
| Grind hard, shine hard buy kush smoke dime |
| Bob who take what, in this bitch you whatever |
| Hook: |
| Shining like new money, shining like new money |
| Shine-shining like new money, shining like new money |
| Shining like new money, shining like new money |
| Shine-shining like new money, shining like new money |
| Let’s go |
| 80−7-32 nigga you know what it do, hold me bitch one front me |
| So I front the nigga too, damn right I’m rich bitch |
| Get my rick chains on |
| Magic city Monday night got my big chain on |
| I even got my ring on, two magnus three charges |
| Is all for one stone, couple thousand one G |
| I put it all for one song |
| Do it all the one song, yeah that new G’s on |
| Mirror mirror on the wall, who the realest some of all |
| Hater only hate this hate |
| Keep it moving on your faith |
| Niggas in my Benz. |
| can't you see I’m benzin bitch |
| The all I’m getting dirty money |
| Stack it to your. |
| Hook: |
| Shining like new money, shining like new money |
| Shine-shining like new money, shining like new money |
| Shining like new money, shining like new money |
| Shine-shining like new money, shining like new money |
| Let’s go |
| Me I’m a gangsta fuck until she goes on |
| Get her to the room and tell her bitch you take the clothes on |
| Coming out of DG’s, I’m coming out my 87 |
| But you know I’m fresh to death |
| Famous still. |
| all it go chop and pick it up |
| .stand, country boy by a crib |
| Round from on the man, blow up from Bogota |
| Break it down to cell the phone |
| Thousand birdies on the. |
| cheap them bitches till they came |
| Top down pissed them out, put em all showing out |
| In between. |
| stacked up, we ain’t tripping on the trump |
| Shawty knows what we bout, money grow trees nigga |
| So we never running out |