New Money

[Chorus: FN DaDealer] Ayy, new year, new money I'm still counting old hundreds I just play my role, I can't control how these hoes coming He fresh off parole, he told them folks that he don't know nothing I cut off my bro 'cause he was bold, that nigga stole from me Slatt 'em, leave his nose running This my bro gunning I ran up a hundred racks like it was nothing They say, "Why you still be hustling?" They ask why I still be thugging They ask how I came from nothing I ain't come this far for nothing (Let's do it) [Verse 1: FN DaDealer] Fuck that shit, I came from nothing Made six figures, I ain't twenty-one I'm the same nigga from the same block Still running 'round with thеm hand Glocks I done ran it up, nigga ran out Said they had a plan, they ain't plan out Shе was fucking with me, she a fan now I'm real stepper, bring a band out I'm getting new money every day, literally They tryna do what I do, that's mini me I got lil' bro on the back, make him get on your ass, he'll light this bitch up like a Christmas tree They making posts on the 'Gram, they don't mention me I'm getting paid, I don't care 'bout who dissing me They throwing shots but ain't none of 'em hitting me (Nah, literally) [Chorus: FN DaDealer] Ayy, new year, new money I'm still counting old hundreds I just play my role, I can't control how these hoes coming He fresh off parole, he told them folks that he don't know nothing I cut off my bro 'cause he was bold, that nigga stole from me Slatt 'em, leave his nose running This my bro gunning I ran up a hundred racks like it was nothing They say, "Why you still be hustling?" They ask why I still be thugging They ask how I came from nothing I ain't come this far for nothing (Let's do it) [Verse 2: Lil ManMan] I know they don't like me now I done changed my life around Bitches wanna play wifey now Niggas play, we wipe 'em down I crack all my cards for the key They say that he from the jet to the street I ain't fucking wit' you, you ain't fucking wit' me We have that stick just to get what we need Know that's a shame 'cause I'm doing my thing I don't give a fuck, I got weight on the chain Now I'm going to Miami, I'm from the trenches They said I couldn't, I went out and did it (Oh) I told lil' FN, "I look like a killer" He ain't no rapper, that's FN DaDealer I got a rich ho, she watching her figure I got a fit and they watching the nigga [Chorus: FN DaDealer] Ayy, new year, new money I'm still counting old hundreds I just play my role, I can't control how these hoes coming He fresh off parole, he told them folks that he don't know nothing I cut off my bro 'cause he was bold, that nigga stole from me Slatt 'em, leave his nose running This my bro gunning I ran up a hundred racks like it was nothing They say, "Why you still be hustling?" They ask why I still be thugging They ask how I came from nothing I ain't come this far for nothing (Let's do it)