Brunch Klub Music
Yeah, yeah, woah, yeah, aye, short slap shit, uh, aye, aye, no time for that fake shit
I feel you, woah I feel you, I feel you bitch I'm a do my thing
New money, old money, we don't do friends New money, old money, we don't do friends
New money, old money, we don't do friends Two three, money gang, no loose ends
New money, old money, we don't do friends New money, old money, we don't do friends
New money, old money, we don't do friends Two three, money gang, no loose ends
New money, old money, we don't do friends New money, old money, we don't do friends
New money, old money, we don't do friends Two three, money gang, no loose ends
It's paper chasing, keep the money over bitches Pigs lock me up, I beat the case before Christmas
It's MK both ways, f*ck how you feel Break a neck, chase a check, I need buffalo bills
Wally he a, shooter a smoke a nigga like a hooker Baby stop stunting, bust it open for a G
I smoke on cook, get a pack in a week Speaking on the team, boy, you not in the streets
The beat like Rally's cause you know I gotta eat Ice water in my veins, I'm a stone cold freak
Take your bitch to the east, TLC, She a creep Like Lucci told Thug, got your bitch on a leash
I know I got gas and I put that on my mama 98 Birdman, real big timer
Brunch Klub, Vintage spinach Bout buisness I could never ever quit
Cause I still ain't finished, ayy I'm rocking solo, shout out my nigga Cholo
Poser take a photo, dope just like my mojo Spitting that heat for them niggas that's weak
I could buy it for the low and put it back on the streets
You know Vintage get it gone, just give me a week You can tell your favorite rapper he ain't f*cking with me
Gangbang since 03, I'm a real OG Gangbang since 03, I'm my own OG
Ayy, new money, old money, we don't do friends New money, old money, we don't do friends
New money, old money, we don't do friends 2-3, money gang, no loose ends
Ayy, new money, old money, we don't do friends New money, old money, we don't do friends
2-3, money gang, no loose ends
Ayy, new money, old money, we don't do friends New money, old money, we don't do friends
2-3, money gang, no loose ends
23 Vintage - New Money Lyrics
23 Vintage - New Money Lyrics
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Brunch Klub Music
Yeah, yeah, woah, yeah, aye, short slap shit, uh, aye, aye, no time for that fake shit
I feel you, woah I feel you, I feel you bitch I'm a do my thing
New money, old money, we don't do friends New money, old money, we don't do friends
New money, old money, we don't do friends Two three, money gang, no loose ends
New money, old money, we don't do friends New money, old money, we don't do friends
New money, old money, we don't do friends Two three, money gang, no loose ends
New money, old money, we don't do friends New money, old money, we don't do friends
New money, old money, we don't do friends Two three, money gang, no loose ends
It's paper chasing, keep the money over bitches Pigs lock me up, I beat the case before Christmas
It's MK both ways, f*ck how you feel Break a neck, chase a check, I need buffalo bills
Wally he a, shooter a smoke a nigga like a hooker Baby stop stunting, bust it open for a G
I smoke on cook, get a pack in a week Speaking on the team, boy, you not in the streets
The beat like Rally's cause you know I gotta eat Ice water in my veins, I'm a stone cold freak
Take your bitch to the east, TLC, She a creep Like Lucci told Thug, got your bitch on a leash
I know I got gas and I put that on my mama 98 Birdman, real big timer
Brunch Klub, Vintage spinach Bout buisness I could never ever quit
Cause I still ain't finished, ayy I'm rocking solo, shout out my nigga Cholo
Poser take a photo, dope just like my mojo Spitting that heat for them niggas that's weak
I could buy it for the low and put it back on the streets
You know Vintage get it gone, just give me a week You can tell your favorite rapper he ain't f*cking with me
Gangbang since 03, I'm a real OG Gangbang since 03, I'm my own OG
Ayy, new money, old money, we don't do friends New money, old money, we don't do friends
New money, old money, we don't do friends 2-3, money gang, no loose ends
Ayy, new money, old money, we don't do friends New money, old money, we don't do friends
2-3, money gang, no loose ends
Ayy, new money, old money, we don't do friends New money, old money, we don't do friends
2-3, money gang, no loose ends
Yeah, yeah, woah, yeah, aye, short slap shit, uh, aye, aye, no time for that fake shit
I feel you, woah I feel you, I feel you bitch I'm a do my thing
New money, old money, we don't do friends New money, old money, we don't do friends
New money, old money, we don't do friends Two three, money gang, no loose ends
New money, old money, we don't do friends New money, old money, we don't do friends
New money, old money, we don't do friends Two three, money gang, no loose ends
New money, old money, we don't do friends New money, old money, we don't do friends
New money, old money, we don't do friends Two three, money gang, no loose ends
It's paper chasing, keep the money over bitches Pigs lock me up, I beat the case before Christmas
It's MK both ways, f*ck how you feel Break a neck, chase a check, I need buffalo bills
Wally he a, shooter a smoke a nigga like a hooker Baby stop stunting, bust it open for a G
I smoke on cook, get a pack in a week Speaking on the team, boy, you not in the streets
The beat like Rally's cause you know I gotta eat Ice water in my veins, I'm a stone cold freak
Take your bitch to the east, TLC, She a creep Like Lucci told Thug, got your bitch on a leash
I know I got gas and I put that on my mama 98 Birdman, real big timer
Brunch Klub, Vintage spinach Bout buisness I could never ever quit
Cause I still ain't finished, ayy I'm rocking solo, shout out my nigga Cholo
Poser take a photo, dope just like my mojo Spitting that heat for them niggas that's weak
I could buy it for the low and put it back on the streets
You know Vintage get it gone, just give me a week You can tell your favorite rapper he ain't f*cking with me
Gangbang since 03, I'm a real OG Gangbang since 03, I'm my own OG
Ayy, new money, old money, we don't do friends New money, old money, we don't do friends
New money, old money, we don't do friends 2-3, money gang, no loose ends
Ayy, new money, old money, we don't do friends New money, old money, we don't do friends
2-3, money gang, no loose ends
Ayy, new money, old money, we don't do friends New money, old money, we don't do friends
2-3, money gang, no loose ends
Writer: Shaquille Hurd
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid