CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Nothing New
Reuel stop playing with these n***as
B*t*h keep talkin' all that sh*t that ho a [?] (Yeah motherf**ker)
Ain't no ho to set the dope bring that promoter out (Bring 'em here)
These hoes weak as f**k that sh*t they got us water down (Yeah it is)
Man I heard these hoes confused I heard to sort it out (Yeah I did)
Walk up in this b*t*h you know the cheque clear (Yeah)
My outfit for next year (Yeah)
I got fifteen on my right and my left year (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can't spеak for them but this the realеst you gon' get here (Uh)
Diamonds driping off me I look like a chandelier
Uh said he wanna taste, but I need a boss not no runner, why he chasing? (Huh)
Heard that n***a wish that he was mine but I ain't his girl
All this ballin' you ain't got no money this a big world (Yeah, yeah)
I need every dollar feel like big worm (Uh, uh)
B*t*hes need to cut it out like BBL (Cut it out)
Need a special license just to draw this like a CBL (Skrrt)
I know my haters wish the worse they wanna see me fail (I know they do)
But I'm too heavy in this b*t*h tell her I'm gonna rip the scale (Uh-huh)
I'm way too up around this b*t*h tell her am gonna check the score
And this brand new Louis bag look like a check up board (Yeah it do)
But I'm playin' chess I'm always like ten steps ahead
The way they bitin' off the kit I keep these b*t*hes fed (Keep my credit b*t*h)
And I ain't checking for no n***a he get left on read (Yeah)
Man these hoes can't f**k with me get that sh*t out yo' head (Out yo' head)
I just hopped up in a foreign then I did the dash (Skrrt skrrt)
How could I ever chase a n***a when I'm chasing cash
Yeah, they know I'ma talk my sh*t (Ayy)
Well listen to this sh*t these b*t*hes dropping and they ain't talking 'bout sh*t
I'm tryna audemaur my wrist, so you know it ain't no breaks to the wheels fall off of this b*t*h (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy diamonds on my neck came for waffie
Know these b*t*hes sick 'cause all that hatin' still ain't stop me, yeah (Can't stop me)
F**ked around and made some millions off my hobby
Man these b*t*hes ain't really workin' they slackin' call them Tommy (Ayy b*t*h)
Walk up in this b*t*h and get that backend (Uh)
Keyah bring the fans out, always put that work in, I ain't never took no hand out
All this ice on me is kinda hard not to stand out
Hit the club that sh*t up on the floor, we bring them bands out
It's the wack up in the hood now it's a different view
That's why I'm up but I'm still grinding like the runners do (Grinding like the runners do)
Got b*t*hes twistin' they sayin' I'm c*cky in my interviews (Haha)
I'm on all these b*t*hes a** this ain't nothing new (Yeah)
B*t*h keep talkin' all that sh*t that ho a [?] (Yeah motherf**ker)
Ain't no ho to set the dope bring that promoter out (Bring 'em here)
These hoes weak as f**k that sh*t they got us water down (Yeah it is)
Man I heard these hoes confused I heard to sort it out (Yeah I did)
Walk up in this b*t*h you know the cheque clear (Yeah)
My outfit for next year (Yeah)
I got fifteen on my right and my left year (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can't spеak for them but this the realеst you gon' get here (Uh)
Diamonds driping off me I look like a chandelier
Uh said he wanna taste, but I need a boss not no runner, why he chasing? (Huh)
Heard that n***a wish that he was mine but I ain't his girl
All this ballin' you ain't got no money this a big world (Yeah, yeah)
I need every dollar feel like big worm (Uh, uh)
B*t*hes need to cut it out like BBL (Cut it out)
Need a special license just to draw this like a CBL (Skrrt)
I know my haters wish the worse they wanna see me fail (I know they do)
But I'm too heavy in this b*t*h tell her I'm gonna rip the scale (Uh-huh)
I'm way too up around this b*t*h tell her am gonna check the score
And this brand new Louis bag look like a check up board (Yeah it do)
But I'm playin' chess I'm always like ten steps ahead
The way they bitin' off the kit I keep these b*t*hes fed (Keep my credit b*t*h)
And I ain't checking for no n***a he get left on read (Yeah)
Man these hoes can't f**k with me get that sh*t out yo' head (Out yo' head)
I just hopped up in a foreign then I did the dash (Skrrt skrrt)
How could I ever chase a n***a when I'm chasing cash
Yeah, they know I'ma talk my sh*t (Ayy)
Well listen to this sh*t these b*t*hes dropping and they ain't talking 'bout sh*t
I'm tryna audemaur my wrist, so you know it ain't no breaks to the wheels fall off of this b*t*h (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy diamonds on my neck came for waffie
Know these b*t*hes sick 'cause all that hatin' still ain't stop me, yeah (Can't stop me)
F**ked around and made some millions off my hobby
Man these b*t*hes ain't really workin' they slackin' call them Tommy (Ayy b*t*h)
Walk up in this b*t*h and get that backend (Uh)
Keyah bring the fans out, always put that work in, I ain't never took no hand out
All this ice on me is kinda hard not to stand out
Hit the club that sh*t up on the floor, we bring them bands out
It's the wack up in the hood now it's a different view
That's why I'm up but I'm still grinding like the runners do (Grinding like the runners do)
Got b*t*hes twistin' they sayin' I'm c*cky in my interviews (Haha)
I'm on all these b*t*hes a** this ain't nothing new (Yeah)
