New Munny

(Ooh, Sav killed it)

Bitch

What up, Sav?

Slide on the opps with this chop, I'm an operator

Yeah

Dish the K to my brother Ri', we playin' hot potato

Sixteen lines of Wockhardt, I'm finna drop an eighter

Shells leave the meat in your lap, I'm a taco maker

Remain the same **** from years ago, just with a lot more paper

Shit, I been stackin' hard

Hit the road with eleven bricks and a pack of R's

My **** in the Chi swipin', they call it crackin' cards

Hey Mike, 'member when I popped dog up for actin' hard?

Shot him on the sidewalk, they found his body in the backyard

We don't walk around with dog shit, we got black cards

Mike always rappin' 'bout some food, fat bars

I'm rappin' 'bout scales and dog food and crack bars

He was tough till I whipped the pistol out, now he a track star

That ain't Wocky, bro, that's bullshit lean, that's wack-hardt

It ain't straight drop, I melt the dope down and cook it back hard

I can't show no love to a bitch, I got a black heart

FARFETCH shoppin' online, I got a packed cart

Mixin' ACT with the Wockeisha, that's Act-hardt

Bitch, put my dick in your mouth, that part

Paint the streets with a **** brain, that's black art

It's the hundred K in blue hundreds for me

Bitch, act grown and take the dick, stop runnin' from me

Bitch bad, pussy blew out, stop humpin' for free

If you ain't tryna get your brains blew out, stop comin' for me

I got six crackheads with eight hundred all comin' for me

Nowadays, a thousand dollars a hundred to me

Eighty racks on me, finna eat a steak McMuffin with cheese

How the fuck you ain't got no pape'? What, you hustlin' for free?

Mike my brother, he ain't gotta give me shit, I'm bustin' for free

Thousand oranges, finna take the Greyhound bus to the V

You tryna get three hundred for a gram, come to the T

Empire called and said they got two hundred for Dum N Dumbber 3

I can't eat, just popped a **** in his head, my stomach weak

Yeah, she suck good dick, but I wasn't talkin' 'bout her, that's my other freak

I'm strapped too, so if you hit me in my head, I'm taking somethin' with me

Room so expensive, when I check out in the morning, I'm taking somethin' with me

I ain't gon' lie, if I was Kevin Federline, I would've stuffed Britney

No disrespect, but if I was Bobby Brown, I wouldn't've fucked Whitney

What the fuck, you roll a gram up? Why your blunt skinny?

What the fuck you buy from Somerset? Bro, your trunk empty

Just made a sale with my mom dukes, I had Lump with me

Cut a **** hard with a diamond, play tough with me

I just left the strip club with like eight drunks with me

A verse and video from RMC cost eighty-one fifty

I just popped two thirties, I ate one sixty

I got a store bag on me now full of money, weigh one-fifty