Brand New Blues

Yeah, ****, ayy

Phew, phew, phew

Uh, ****, uh, yeah, ayy

Yeah, let's go

I think I'm addicted to this cash, I'm runnin' through this guap (Through this guap, ****, yeah)

I'ma just keep snappin' for the fans, they waitin' on me to drop (Me to drop, ****, yeah)

I told you I don't need no pen and pad, I'm comin' off my top (Off my top)

Ayy, these **** chasin' hoes before the bag, man, that shit gotta stop (It gotta stop, ****, yeah)

These **** chasin' hoes before the bag, like, what the fuck you on? (What you on? Yeah)

Don't need no finger, bitch, I'm still gon' snap and that's on any song (Any song, ****, yeah)

I see you broke as fuck, my pockets right, you must be moving wrong (You movin' wrong, ****, ayy)

I'm chasin' racks, bitch, I been catchin' flights, I can't pick up the phone (Pick up the phone, ****, yeah)

We on the way, yeah, we gon' hit the top, bitch, I already knew it (Already knew it)

See that **** ran him up some guap and he already blew it (Already blew it, yeah)

****, I be chasin' after loot, yeah, I be runnin' to it (Runnin' to it)

I just woke up to some brand new blues, I'm in here thumbin' through it (****, I'm thumbin' through it)

Woke up and I put that shit on, bitch, I'm flyer than a bird (Yeah, bird, ****)

**** just be cappin', bitch, you know you lyin' on every verse (The fuck?)

Got them **** sick I ran it up, like, bitch, go get the nurse (Yeah, them **** mad, yeah)

Bitch, I'm in here countin' up these checks, you'd think it was the first

Bitch, I'm in here geekin'— yeah, ****, ayy

Bitch, I'm in here geekin', high as fuck, you'd think I was a nerd (What?)

Man, I think it's time to hit the stu', I'm tryna put in work (Put in work, ****, yeah)

Got money comin' in from different angles, bitch, I feel like Kurt (Feel like Kurt, ****, ayy)

I think I'm addicted to this cash, I'm runnin' through this guap (Through this guap, ****, yeah)

I'ma just keep snappin' for the fans, they waitin' on me to drop (On me to drop, ****, yeah)

I told you I don't need no pen and pad, I'm comin' off my top (Straight off my top, yeah)

Ayy, these **** chasin' hoes before the bag, man, that shit gotta stop (It gotta stop, ****)

These **** chasin' hoes before the bag, like, what the fuck you on? (Like, what you on, ****? Yeah)

Don't need no finger, bitch, I'm still gon' snap and that's on any song (On any song, ****, yeah)

I see you broke as fuck, my pockets right, you must be moving wrong (You movin' wrong, ****, yeah)

I'm chasin' racks, bitch, I been catchin' flights, I can't pick up the phone (Pick up the phone, ****, yeah)

Phew, phew, ski