Nothing New

[Intro]

Reuel stop playing with these niggas

[Verse 1]

Bitch keep talkin' all that shit that ho a [?] (Yeah motherfucker)

Ain't no ho to set the dope bring that promoter out (Bring 'em here)

These hoes weak as fuck that shit 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 bitch 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 nigga 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)

Bitches 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 bitch tell her I'm gonna rip the scale (Uh-huh)

I'm way too up around this bitch 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 bitches fed (Keep my credit bitch)

And I ain't checking for no nigga he get left on read (Yeah)

Man these hoes can't fuck with me get that shit 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 nigga when I'm chasing cash

Yeah, they know I'ma talk my shit (Ayy)

Well listen to this shit these bitches dropping and they ain't talking 'bout shit

I'm tryna audemaur my wrist, so you know it ain't no breaks to the wheels fall off of this bitch (Yeah, yeah)

Ayy diamonds on my neck came for waffie

Know these bitches sick 'cause all that hatin' still ain't stop me, yeah (Can't stop me)

Fucked around and made some millions off my hobby

Man these bitches ain't really workin' they slackin' call them Tommy (Ayy bitch)

Walk up in this bitch 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 shit 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 bitches twistin' they sayin' I'm cocky in my interviews (Haha)

I'm on all these bitches ass this ain't nothing new (Yeah)