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?