Nothin New

[Intro] (Helluva made this beat, baby) (Go Grizz) Ayy [Chorus] I shit on bitches for a livin' (Uh-huh, shittin' on 'em) Sixty on my wrist to count the minutes (Uh-huh, hold it up) Angel in my head-to-toe Christian (Uh-huh) Spades for my aces when we sippin' (Uh-huh, keep it comin') Pendant got a couple rooms in it (Uh-huh) Birkin with a quarter ticket in it (Uh-huh, quarter milli) Balenci' on the boots to stand on business (Uh-huh, standin' on it, ayy) This ain't nothin' new, bitch, I been it (Uh-huh, look, been, been) [Verse 1] I got a million on my wrist, another ten in the bank Been gettin' to it all my life, what the fuck did you think (What the fuck?) Still keep the poles around me like I work at the Pynk Should've knew what I was on when I came through in that mink (Woo) And my diamonds on sink, only buss when I blink And my neck like Miami, this whеre the Cubans link (Link up) Ain't no bitch from the D that got morе motion than me (Name 'em) I'm the headliner, hoes can't even open for me, come on (Facts) [Pre-Chorus] Ten, nine Say my name hopin' for a co-sign (Nope) Bitches lookin' for a way, I made mine Road to the riches, and I paved mine, bitch [Chorus] I shit on bitches for a livin' (Uh-huh) Sixty on my wrist to count the minutes (Uh-huh, let's go) Angel in my head-to-toe Christian (Uh-huh) Spades for my aces when we sippin' (Uh-huh, keep it comin') Pendant got a couple rooms in it (Uh-huh) Birkin with a quarter ticket in it (Uh-huh, quarter milli) Balenci' on the boots to stand on business (Uh-huh, that's right) This ain't nothin' new, bitch, I been it (Uh-huh, ayy) [Verse 2] Look, is it my codes, my hoes, or my shows? Who knows (Who knows) Ones gettin' chose as the lames get exposed (Yeah) Candy on my wrist, like the candy in they nose Starin' at my presidential, like damn, we did it, Joe I ain't never have to fuck for a bag, I get it though (I get it) Know I'm used to money comin' in fast, you bitches slow (Girl) What feelings? All my blues get packed in a Louis tote You was hot then, now you just cooked, Curry GOAT (Woo) Sheesh, nigga from the A all up on my peach (That's right) Let him in and he thought he was on the beach (Uh) This right here the type of shit you can't teach Bitch [Chorus] I shit on bitches for a livin' (Uh-huh) Sixty on my wrist to count the minutes (Uh-huh) Angel in my head-to-toe Christian (Uh-huh) Spades for my aces when we sippin' (Uh-huh) Pendant got a couple rooms in it (Uh-huh) Birkin with a quarter ticket in it (Uh-huh) Balenci' on the boots to stand on business (Uh-huh) This ain't nothin' new, bitch, I been it, bitch (Uh-huh) [Outro] KD Detroit What's up [?]?