New Money Lyrics - Street Hop - Royce Da 5'9

And on the cool check-in 

Center stage on the mic 

And we're puttin' it on wax 

It's the new style 

New money, quite powerful mic module 

Green ducats, black models, white bottles 

Packed house, you lookin' at the wrong nigga 

Long digits, we can bet the farm who farm bigger 

Once I go in my zone, I could leave my jewelry at home 

I glow on my own, you can go in my phone 

You gon' see some numbers of bitches that's so into me 

A couple you might've fucked before mentally 

I don't snitch, furthermore I tour to the least 

Death before dishonor before misery 

Let us know it, we don't make it rain no more 

We pull out them dollars and let her throw it 

We gettin' new money, let us blow it 

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(New, new) 

I'm soundin' like new money to me 

Money to me, money to me, money to me 

(New, new, new) 

You shinin' like new money to me 

Money to me, money to me, money to me 

(New, new, new) 

No iller, flow realer, gorilla 

I'm no killa, dope dealer, I'm so Dilla 

United we stand, divided we fall, let's pray 

Henny Legend, you know, we gon' miss you 

Missing your life, turn up the lights 

Lighters high 

Uh, you ho's can bring it, old school chosen English 

Frozen bling and throw in singles 

Ya'll niggas, pray that your babies come out havin' good hair 

I pray mines have all they toes and fingers 

Photos 

We are different, point blank, distant 

It's just meant you rappin' 'bout what I just spent 

As far as hip hop's concerned you all the same 

A bunch of Mohawks, skinny jeans, and wallet chains 

A bunch of dancin' beefin' street blogger lames 

So don't get mad at the king if I should call your name 

The new cartel, the doc pop the tag off my ass 

When I was born, my momma pussy had the new car smell 

(New, new) 

I'm soundin' like new money to me 

Money to me, money to me, money to me 

(New, new, new) 

You shinin' like new money to me 

Money to me, money to me, money to me 

(New, new, new) 

With no booth, the flow through, I'm so truth 

I'm sittin' in pudding right now, I'm so proof 

United we stand, divided we fall, let's pray 

Henny Legend, you know, we gon' miss you 

Missing your life, turn up the lights 

Lighters high 

Uh, Lord willin', 2Pac with more feelin' 

Your boy's a giant, I step the floor ceilin's 

More drinkin', more spillin', poor thinkin' 

You keep it one hundred, I keep it more Franklin's 

I keep it one thousand, I keep, buyin' and buyin' 

While you lookin around until you done browsin 

Ha, I put my money where my mouth is 

Gentlemen's bet, no gentleman 'bout this 

Non-regional dialect and outfit 

I'm on my West, Midwest, East, South shit 

I'm all about chips, with my swallow mouth bitch 

Signin' out, P.S. Slaughterhouse bitch 

(New, new) 

I'm soundin' like new money to me 

Money to me, money to me, money to me 

(New, new, new) 

You shinin' like new money to me 

Money to me, money to me, money to me 

(New, new, new) 

New, new, new 

United we stand, divided we fall, let's pray 

Henny Legend, you know, we gon' miss you 

Missing your life, turn up the lights 

Lighters high, Icewood