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Calvin Harris - New Money (Official Audio) ft 21 Savage
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Calvin Harris
Calvin Harris
Programming
21 Savage
21 Savage
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Wiles
Adam Wiles
Songwriter
Alissia Benveniste
Alissia Benveniste
Songwriter
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Calvin Harris
Calvin Harris
Producer
Marcos Tovar
Marcos Tovar
Recording Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Gucci on me, check (21), Hermes, check (check) Louis V, check, yeah, Fendi cost a check (yeah) Diamonds on my neck (yeah), I 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?" 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-Tech and I got a hot TEC I got new money, it ain't even out yet You went bought a plane ticket, but I chartered it Tryna hit your main thing, let me borrow it Sippin' Hi-Tech and I got a hot TEC 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 you chicken noodle soup (yeah) Jumped out the stu' (yeah), never wore a suit (21) Rap niggas come around Savage, get screwed (on God) Fuck my best partner, make the 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-Tech and I got a hot TEC I got new money, it ain't even out yet You went bought a plane ticket, but I chartered it Tryna hit your main thing, let me borrow it Sippin' Hi-Tech and I got a hot TEC 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-Tech and I got a hot TEC I got new money, it ain't even out yet You went bought a plane ticket, but I chartered it Tryna hit your main thing Sippin' Hi-Tech and I got a hot TEC I got new money, it ain't even out yet
Writer(s): Adam Richard Wiles, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-joseph Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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