Brand New

[Intro]

Hunnid bands for a kilo, nigga

[Chorus]

I didn't know who to trust, once I hopped in the coupe

Once I hopped in my bag, yeah, I didn't know what to do

Gotta get this money, you can't let it change you

But I can't lie, all these hunnids got a nigga feelin' brand new

I just fucked my main bitch on a private jet to Cancun

Gave her my heart before I knew the bitch was ran through

That's why when it come to these hoes, I gotta stay in love with double cup, yeah

Chasin' the bag, that's on the regular, I gotta run it up, yeah

[Verse 1]

When it came to gettin' racks, I got new dividends

Got a thick brown skin bitch, I call her Cinnamon

Took some losses in these streets, I gotta pack and then wait for the win

I had to tuck a mil', I got in the field, nigga, then I did it again

I was in the streets lil' nigga, I really went platinum, yeah

Feelin' like Joe when I was in the trap, I was whippin' up Jacksons, yeah

I was down bad, niggas turned they backs, yeah

They ain't know that I was fillin' up the mattress, yeah

I was just a broke nigga, now a nigga designer my feet

'17 foreign car, tinted windows, ridin' down the street, yeah

I gotta feed the streets, the motto is "All my niggas gotta eat"

I had to trap it out, I wasn't even gettin' no sleep, yeah

[Chorus]

I didn't know who to trust, once I hopped in the coupe

Once I hopped in my bag, yeah, I didn't know what to do

Gotta get this money, you can't let it change you

But I can't lie, all these hunnids got a nigga feelin' brand new

I just fucked my main bitch on a private jet to Cancun

Gave her my heart before I knew the bitch was ran through

That's why when it come to these hoes, I gotta stay in love with double cup, yeah

Chasin' the bag, that's on the regular, I gotta run it up, yeah

[Verse 2]

Ayy, gotta put my new bitch in a mink

She collect the bag like a Brink

And that shit mean everything to me

'Cause she gotta ball like me

I was gettin' off of robbin', I was on and off the road

Had to learn the hard way that these streets so cold

Celebratin' with the Ace of Spade, pourin' up the rose gold

You would think I was in the garden how I'm pullin' up the Rolls

You would think that I'm a shredder how I'm fuckin' up a check

And I ain't never played tennis but I got a couple on my neck

She say she want me to flood the face to get the Audemars Piguet

I'm the youngest richest nigga that been poppin' out the set

I got the answers, nigga, I don't need no auto-correct

Got it jumpin' out my own city, then I moved to Brooklyn like the Nets, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]

I didn't know who to trust, once I hopped in the coupe

Once I hopped in my bag, yeah, I didn't know what to do

Gotta get this money, you can't let it change you

But I can't lie, all these hunnids got a nigga feelin' brand new

I just fucked my main bitch on a private jet to Cancun

Gave her my heart before I knew the bitch was ran through

That's why when it come to these hoes, I gotta stay in love with double cup, yeah

Chasin' the bag, that's on the regular, I gotta run it up, yeah