E Sosa - New Money lyrics

[Verse 1] Friday its V-Live in Dallas Thinking we ball for the Mavericks We got dem b**hes like pageants 10 racks in the air, don't panic Balmain, Balenci, Givenchy Pinky ring phat call that pinky Tan line like its pinky Got bands, but you broke call it 50 City want my juice like I be Diddy Drank that Moët, off the p**y Feeling like Cam as a rookie Jus poured up that red, its that muddy Look in the cup man, that sh** gone be bloody Costed me 10 , make it look like a 20 Cut that lil b**h off, cause shorty was nutty You thought I was wifing, you knows you's a dummy They popping them pills, they looking like junkies Since y'all dig the chain, Cuban links and rings Big pimpin, screaming money ain't a thing Swerving through the rain Can't nothing touch me Riding round with the good, bad and ugly Benihana's keep a n***a stuffy Greedy, greedy, yeah my pockets hungry Yeah we steady stunting Do it daily , weekly and monthly E Sosa baby, come f** with me [Hook] Pour up the red, that new muddy muddy f** all these b**hes, this money love me That's gone be one thing she won't get from me You wanna finesse then study from me They coming right back and they gone keep coming Ain't running my mouth cause this money talking We the new kings and we goin keep crowning They counting us out and we going keep counting Let's f** up the check and get new money f** up the check and get new money Let's f** up the check and get new money f** up the check and get new money Let's f** up the check and get new money f** up the check and get new money Let's f** up the check and get new money 2016, let's get that new money [Verse 2] f** a old hater get new money I'm keeping my fade, can't do cruddy's Ain't f**ing with liquor, just bubbly Smoke it wit gas cause it numb me That print on me Burberry Them Yeezy boots cost me ya section And that's not including the bottles And that's not including the models We setting the trend and they follow After party at the condo They want the perks and the molly, that combo We dishing 'em out like its Rondo Anything else hit the line doe Shout out to my n***a Mondo Moving the sh** on the pronto All star I'm at Toronto E Sosa be the Capo I need the guapo with the nacho We did it, did it, yeah we did it Money on my mind And i don't need a fidet If it's on me then I k** it I need it, I want it, then I get it n***as b**hes, no specifics Just know that i don't feel it Nah, nah, I ain't with it f**ed the hood, now you a fake dyke Everybody be ya cousin boy, boy you ain't right [Hook] Pour up the red, that new muddy muddy f** all these b**hes, this money love me That's gone be one thing she won't get from me You wanna finesse then study from me They coming right back and they gone keep coming Ain't running my mouth cause this money talking We the new kings and we gone keep crowning They counting us out and we going keep counting Let's f** up the check and get new money f** up the check and get new money Let's f** up the check and get new money f** up the check and get new money Let's f** up the check and get new money f** up the check and get new money Let's f** up the check and get new money 2016, let's get that new money