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)