New Phone

[Intro: Wale] I just want y'all to know that money change others More than the receiver of it and Fame level, the shadiness varies out, to be in public Fuck with me though I need caller ID baby (I still got Toni Braxton playing) [Chorus] So many hearts I can't mend So many thoughts again and again So many years gone by So many friends is in the wind So many niggas is really pretend So many women who think they the shit As I let the years go by, new phone who is this? Got a new phone, who is this? New phone, who is this? As I let the years go by, same phone who is this? Same phone who is this? Same phone who is this? So many years go by, new phone who is this? Talk to me, what's up? [Verse 1: Wale] I'ma get it, I'ma get it, this easy I'm the realest, I been kicking since Eastbay I'm the realest, all my niggas in a good place On the real, got my city with a mixtape Now I never call like I used to though But why you getting mad as if you don't know?? Like I ain't getting bags and my crew not on Cause when you getting bags bet that loot gon.. show I'm on the road, I'm on the road Tan money, another show We on the road, we on the road Uh, Alize still hungry for it Smoking haze in Hollywood, I'm real important Tracy bringing the real bitches who looking for it EBM, EBM this is bigger than all us Looking like a hundred mill with infinite knowledge Try and tell them little niggas this better than college Super stupid, see my music should come with propellers Stomach still hungry as ever Even though I know this money is coming forever Niggas say "get your dollars up, hope you stay the same" So I'm counting my dollars and counting niggas change And niggas tell me that I'm Hollywood But y'all the same niggas that used to say that I probably wouldn't [Chorus] So many hearts I can't mend So many thoughts again and again So many years gone by So many friends is in the wind So many niggas is really pretend So many women who think they the shit As I let the years go by, new phone who is this? Got a new phone, who is this? New phone, who is this? As I let the years go by, same phone who is this? Same phone who is this? Same phone who is this? So many years gone by, new phone who is this? Talk to me, what's up? [Verse 2: Wale] There's days I think of you, baby And the things I didn't do, baby Acting like I'm in middle school, now you really hate it Sub-tweeting the shit out you, when a nigga angry Get your feelings together, why you practicing hatred? Immaculate statements for immaculate statements Shackled and chained up, that's what the game does Bitches that blow my high should go on my fan club Bossed up like shit, bossed up like "shit" Broads can't talk dirty, she flossed on my dick Show up in Balmain, showing niggas that hate Show up with bitches who think their horoscope is their fate 4 in the morning babe, no I'm not picking up No, I'm not with a bitch, just I ain't sleep in a month Hope you can understand I'm still the same one But I'm finna change clothes, keys, and gate code Here's the BANG button, cuz... this ain't the same number Mmmm, mmm, mmm [Chorus] So many hearts I can't mend So many thoughts again and again So many years gone by So many friends is in the wind So many niggas is really pretend So many women who think they the shit As I let the years go by, new phone who is this? Got a new phone, who is this? New phone, who is this? As I let the years go by, same phone who is this? Same phone who is this? Same phone who is this? So many years go by, new phone who is this? Talk to me, what's up?