All of this lean I'm moving
I might be going federal
I'm hanging with killers and trappers
I'm cooling sitting comfortable
Police want me in jail I'm on the run
I don't give no f*cks
She wasn't tryna let me hit first night
I pulled out my pape she let me f*ck
Hit it from the back she like
I'm living fast she like it
Doing the dash 200
I got em pints like who want it
I'm waking up to new money
I'm waking up to new clientele
My plug he fronted me 50 bottles
Soon as I run it up Imma Zelle it
Soon as I run it up Imma Cashapp him
Fye on my hip I walk with a limp
Pray in the night I'm waking up sinning
Bro went to trial he just got a sentence
Bro locked up but he getting out though
Switch on the back it's a fully auto
Say I'm on the run but I'm chasing dreams
I'm living life like it's grand theft auto
I'm living fast and she f*ck with that
She don't got tits but her ass is fat
What's in my pocket a stack of cash
What's in my pocket a stack of money
Sipping on lean and it's hurting my tummy
I'm busy working I ain't acting funny
I ain't selling dreams I'm selling nightmares
I told u before u ain't gotta trust me
I told u before
I told u before
I told u before
Told u not to trust me
I told u before
All of this lean I'm moving
I might be going federal
I'm hanging with killers and trappers
I'm cooling sitting comfortable
Police want me in jail I'm on the run
I don't give no f*cks
She wasn't tryna let me hit first night
I pulled out my pape she let me f*ck
Hit it from the back she like
I'm living fast she like it
Doing the dash 200
I got em pints like who want it
I'm waking up to new money
I'm waking up to new clientele
My plug he fronted me 50 bottles
Soon as I run it up Imma Zelle it
Like what you gon do when it's time
Bro I'll let it off like it's mine
Bro be bugging he out of his mind
Bro threw ten but I thought he threw nine
Bro on that bullshit slide if you lie
All the stepping we did for the guys
Told him toss and that boy he threw five
He get shot down the spine
If he step out of line
Tell me chill I'm conspiring crimes
See the jet throw a shot for the don
Bitch on dick taking shots for the don
All of this lean I'm moving
I might be going federal
I'm hanging with killers and trappers
I'm cooling sitting comfortable
Police want me in jail I'm on the run
I don't give no f*cks
She wasn't tryna let me hit first night
I pulled out my pape she let me f*ck
Hit it from the back she like
I'm living fast she like it
Doing the dash 200
I got em pints like who want it
I'm waking up to new money
I'm waking up to new clientele
My plug he fronted me 50 bottles
Soon as I run it up Imma Zelle it
Young Harry - New Money Lyrics
Young Harry - New Money Lyrics
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All of this lean I'm moving
I might be going federal
I'm hanging with killers and trappers
I'm cooling sitting comfortable
Police want me in jail I'm on the run
I don't give no f*cks
She wasn't tryna let me hit first night
I pulled out my pape she let me f*ck
Hit it from the back she like
I'm living fast she like it
Doing the dash 200
I got em pints like who want it
I'm waking up to new money
I'm waking up to new clientele
My plug he fronted me 50 bottles
Soon as I run it up Imma Zelle it
Soon as I run it up Imma Cashapp him
Fye on my hip I walk with a limp
Pray in the night I'm waking up sinning
Bro went to trial he just got a sentence
Bro locked up but he getting out though
Switch on the back it's a fully auto
Say I'm on the run but I'm chasing dreams
I'm living life like it's grand theft auto
I'm living fast and she f*ck with that
She don't got tits but her ass is fat
What's in my pocket a stack of cash
What's in my pocket a stack of money
Sipping on lean and it's hurting my tummy
I'm busy working I ain't acting funny
I ain't selling dreams I'm selling nightmares
I told u before u ain't gotta trust me
I told u before
I told u before
I told u before
Told u not to trust me
I told u before
All of this lean I'm moving
I might be going federal
I'm hanging with killers and trappers
I'm cooling sitting comfortable
Police want me in jail I'm on the run
I don't give no f*cks
She wasn't tryna let me hit first night
I pulled out my pape she let me f*ck
Hit it from the back she like
I'm living fast she like it
Doing the dash 200
I got em pints like who want it
I'm waking up to new money
I'm waking up to new clientele
My plug he fronted me 50 bottles
Soon as I run it up Imma Zelle it
Like what you gon do when it's time
Bro I'll let it off like it's mine
Bro be bugging he out of his mind
Bro threw ten but I thought he threw nine
Bro on that bullshit slide if you lie
All the stepping we did for the guys
Told him toss and that boy he threw five
He get shot down the spine
If he step out of line
Tell me chill I'm conspiring crimes
See the jet throw a shot for the don
Bitch on dick taking shots for the don
All of this lean I'm moving
I might be going federal
I'm hanging with killers and trappers
I'm cooling sitting comfortable
Police want me in jail I'm on the run
I don't give no f*cks
She wasn't tryna let me hit first night
I pulled out my pape she let me f*ck
Hit it from the back she like
I'm living fast she like it
Doing the dash 200
I got em pints like who want it
I'm waking up to new money
I'm waking up to new clientele
My plug he fronted me 50 bottles
Soon as I run it up Imma Zelle it
I might be going federal
I'm hanging with killers and trappers
I'm cooling sitting comfortable
Police want me in jail I'm on the run
I don't give no f*cks
She wasn't tryna let me hit first night
I pulled out my pape she let me f*ck
Hit it from the back she like
I'm living fast she like it
Doing the dash 200
I got em pints like who want it
I'm waking up to new money
I'm waking up to new clientele
My plug he fronted me 50 bottles
Soon as I run it up Imma Zelle it
Soon as I run it up Imma Cashapp him
Fye on my hip I walk with a limp
Pray in the night I'm waking up sinning
Bro went to trial he just got a sentence
Bro locked up but he getting out though
Switch on the back it's a fully auto
Say I'm on the run but I'm chasing dreams
I'm living life like it's grand theft auto
I'm living fast and she f*ck with that
She don't got tits but her ass is fat
What's in my pocket a stack of cash
What's in my pocket a stack of money
Sipping on lean and it's hurting my tummy
I'm busy working I ain't acting funny
I ain't selling dreams I'm selling nightmares
I told u before u ain't gotta trust me
I told u before
I told u before
I told u before
Told u not to trust me
I told u before
All of this lean I'm moving
I might be going federal
I'm hanging with killers and trappers
I'm cooling sitting comfortable
Police want me in jail I'm on the run
I don't give no f*cks
She wasn't tryna let me hit first night
I pulled out my pape she let me f*ck
Hit it from the back she like
I'm living fast she like it
Doing the dash 200
I got em pints like who want it
I'm waking up to new money
I'm waking up to new clientele
My plug he fronted me 50 bottles
Soon as I run it up Imma Zelle it
Like what you gon do when it's time
Bro I'll let it off like it's mine
Bro be bugging he out of his mind
Bro threw ten but I thought he threw nine
Bro on that bullshit slide if you lie
All the stepping we did for the guys
Told him toss and that boy he threw five
He get shot down the spine
If he step out of line
Tell me chill I'm conspiring crimes
See the jet throw a shot for the don
Bitch on dick taking shots for the don
All of this lean I'm moving
I might be going federal
I'm hanging with killers and trappers
I'm cooling sitting comfortable
Police want me in jail I'm on the run
I don't give no f*cks
She wasn't tryna let me hit first night
I pulled out my pape she let me f*ck
Hit it from the back she like
I'm living fast she like it
Doing the dash 200
I got em pints like who want it
I'm waking up to new money
I'm waking up to new clientele
My plug he fronted me 50 bottles
Soon as I run it up Imma Zelle it
Writer: Bloodie Bloodie, Young Harry
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