Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gucci on me, check (21), Hermes, check
Louis V', check (yeah), Fendi cost a check (yeah)
Diamonds on my neck (yeah), make your bitch wet (yeah)
Treat me like a king (yeah), no disrespect (21)
Show you how to ball (ball), meet me at the mall (mall)
She said, "Why you bark?" (bark), bitch, I'm a dog (roof)
Went and bought a 'Rari (21), left the shit parked (parked)
I ain't with the Twitter shit, I let it spark (fah)
Gucci garments, Kush smell like armpits
You domestic, all I ride is foreign shit
Sippin' Hi-Tec and I got high tech
I got new money, it ain't even out yet
You went and bought a plane ticket but I chartered it
Tryna hit yo' main thing, let me borrow it
Sippin' Hi-Tec and I got high tech
I got new money, it ain't even out yet
Ridin' in a coupe (21), tryna find a route (yeah)
Draco in the seat make ya chicken noodle soup (yeah)
Jumped off the stoop (yeah), never wore a suit (21)
Rap niggas come around Savage, get screwed (on God)
F*ck my best partner, make that bitch drop him (on God)
Never sold drugs, nigga, I'm a robber (yeah)
Lil' bitch bother, hit dawg, holler
Hit my first lick, went and bought a Marni collar (on God)
Gucci garments, Kush smell like armpits
You domestic, all I ride is foreign shit
Sippin' Hi-Tec and I got high tech
I got new money, it ain't even out yet
You went and bought a plane ticket but I chartered it
Tryna hit yo' main thing, let me borrow it
Sippin' Hi-Tec and I got high tech
I got new money, it ain't even out yet
Gucci garments, Kush smell like armpits
You domestic, all I ride is foreign shit
Sippin' Hi-Tec and I got high tech
I got new money, it ain't even out yet
You went and bought a plane ticket but I chartered it
Tryna hit yo' main thing, let me borrow it
Sippin' Hi-Tec and I got high tech
I got new money, it ain't even out yet
New Money Video (MV)
Performed By: Calvin Harris
Written by: Alissia Benveniste, Calvin Harris, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Calvin Harris - New Money Lyrics
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Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gucci on me, check (21), Hermes, check
Louis V', check (yeah), Fendi cost a check (yeah)
Diamonds on my neck (yeah), make your bitch wet (yeah)
Treat me like a king (yeah), no disrespect (21)
Show you how to ball (ball), meet me at the mall (mall)
She said, "Why you bark?" (bark), bitch, I'm a dog (roof)
Went and bought a 'Rari (21), left the shit parked (parked)
I ain't with the Twitter shit, I let it spark (fah)
Gucci garments, Kush smell like armpits
You domestic, all I ride is foreign shit
Sippin' Hi-Tec and I got high tech
I got new money, it ain't even out yet
You went and bought a plane ticket but I chartered it
Tryna hit yo' main thing, let me borrow it
Sippin' Hi-Tec and I got high tech
I got new money, it ain't even out yet
Ridin' in a coupe (21), tryna find a route (yeah)
Draco in the seat make ya chicken noodle soup (yeah)
Jumped off the stoop (yeah), never wore a suit (21)
Rap niggas come around Savage, get screwed (on God)
F*ck my best partner, make that bitch drop him (on God)
Never sold drugs, nigga, I'm a robber (yeah)
Lil' bitch bother, hit dawg, holler
Hit my first lick, went and bought a Marni collar (on God)
Gucci garments, Kush smell like armpits
You domestic, all I ride is foreign shit
Sippin' Hi-Tec and I got high tech
I got new money, it ain't even out yet
You went and bought a plane ticket but I chartered it
Tryna hit yo' main thing, let me borrow it
Sippin' Hi-Tec and I got high tech
I got new money, it ain't even out yet
Gucci garments, Kush smell like armpits
You domestic, all I ride is foreign shit
Sippin' Hi-Tec and I got high tech
I got new money, it ain't even out yet
You went and bought a plane ticket but I chartered it
Tryna hit yo' main thing, let me borrow it
Sippin' Hi-Tec and I got high tech
I got new money, it ain't even out yet
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gucci on me, check (21), Hermes, check
Louis V', check (yeah), Fendi cost a check (yeah)
Diamonds on my neck (yeah), make your bitch wet (yeah)
Treat me like a king (yeah), no disrespect (21)
Show you how to ball (ball), meet me at the mall (mall)
She said, "Why you bark?" (bark), bitch, I'm a dog (roof)
Went and bought a 'Rari (21), left the shit parked (parked)
I ain't with the Twitter shit, I let it spark (fah)
Gucci garments, Kush smell like armpits
You domestic, all I ride is foreign shit
Sippin' Hi-Tec and I got high tech
I got new money, it ain't even out yet
You went and bought a plane ticket but I chartered it
Tryna hit yo' main thing, let me borrow it
Sippin' Hi-Tec and I got high tech
I got new money, it ain't even out yet
Ridin' in a coupe (21), tryna find a route (yeah)
Draco in the seat make ya chicken noodle soup (yeah)
Jumped off the stoop (yeah), never wore a suit (21)
Rap niggas come around Savage, get screwed (on God)
F*ck my best partner, make that bitch drop him (on God)
Never sold drugs, nigga, I'm a robber (yeah)
Lil' bitch bother, hit dawg, holler
Hit my first lick, went and bought a Marni collar (on God)
Gucci garments, Kush smell like armpits
You domestic, all I ride is foreign shit
Sippin' Hi-Tec and I got high tech
I got new money, it ain't even out yet
You went and bought a plane ticket but I chartered it
Tryna hit yo' main thing, let me borrow it
Sippin' Hi-Tec and I got high tech
I got new money, it ain't even out yet
Gucci garments, Kush smell like armpits
You domestic, all I ride is foreign shit
Sippin' Hi-Tec and I got high tech
I got new money, it ain't even out yet
You went and bought a plane ticket but I chartered it
Tryna hit yo' main thing, let me borrow it
Sippin' Hi-Tec and I got high tech
I got new money, it ain't even out yet
Writer: Alissia Benveniste, Calvin Harris, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.