Brand New

(album: Feed The Streets II - 2018)

Hunnid bands for a kilo, nigga

I didn't know who to trust, wasn't hiding the coupe
Wsn't hiding my bag, yeah, I didn't know what to do
Gotta get this money, you can't let it change you
But I can't lie, all these hunnids got a nigga feeling brand new
I just fucked my main bitch on a private jet to Cancun
Gave her my heart before I knew the bitch was ran through
That's why when it come to these hoes, I gotta stay in love with double cup, yeah
Chasing the bag, that's on the regular, I gotta run it up, yeah

When it came to getting racks, I got new dividends
Got a thick brown skin bitch, I call her Cinnamon
Took some losses in these streets, I gotta pack and then wait for the win
I had to tuck a mil', I got in the field, nigga, then I did it again
I was in the streets lil' nigga, I really went platinum, yeah
Feeling like Joe when I was in the trap, I was whipping up Jacksons, yeah
I was down bad, niggas turned they backs, yeah
They ain't know that I was filling up the mattress, yeah
I was just a broke nigga, now a nigga designer my feet
'17 foreign car, tinted windows, riding down the street, yeah
I gotta feed the streets, the motto is "All my niggas gotta eat"
I had to trap it out, I wasn't even getting no sleep, yeah

I didn't know who to trust, wasn't hiding the coupe
Wsn't hiding my bag, yeah, I didn't know what to do
Gotta get this money, you can't let it change you
But I can't lie, all these hunnids got a nigga feeling brand new
I just fucked my main bitch on a private jet to Cancun
Gave her my heart before I knew the bitch was ran through
That's why when it come to these hoes, I gotta stay in love with double cup, yeah
Chasing the bag, that's on the regular, I gotta run it up, yeah

Ayy, gotta put my new bitch in a mink
She collect the bag like a Brink
And that shit mean everything to me
'Cause she gotta ball like me
I was getting off of robbing, I was on and off the road
Had to learn the hard way that these streets so cold
Celebrating with the Ace of Spade, pouring up the rose cold
You would think I was in the garden how I'm pulling up the Rolls
You would think that I'm a shredder how I'm fucking up a check
And I ain't never played tennis but I got a couple on my neck
She say she want me to flood the face to get the Audemars Piguet
I'm the youngest richest nigga that been popping out the set
I got the answers, nigga, I don't need no auto-correct
Got it jumping out my own city, then I moved to Brooklyn like the Nets, yeah, yeah

I didn't know who to trust, wasn't hiding the coupe
Wsn't hiding my bag, yeah, I didn't know what to do
Gotta get this money, you can't let it change you
But I can't lie, all these hunnids got a nigga feeling brand new
I just fucked my main bitch on a private jet to Cancun
Gave her my heart before I knew the bitch was ran through
That's why when it come to these hoes, I gotta stay in love with double cup, yeah
Chasing the bag, that's on the regular, I gotta run it up, yeah