文本歌词

Roddy Ricch - Brand New (Explicit)
Lyrics by：Brain Anamayatana/Rodrick Moore/Paul Cabbin/Milan Modi
Hunnid bands for a kilo n***a
I didn't know who to trust
Wasn't hidin' the coupe
Wsn't hidin' my bag yeah
I didn't know what to do
Gotta get this money you can't let it change you
But I can't lie all these hunnids
Got a n***a feelin' brand new
I just f**ked my main b***h
On a private jet to Cancun
Gave her my heart before
I knew the b***h was ran through
That's why when it come to these hoes
I gotta stay in love with double cup yeah
Chasin' the bag that's on the regular
I gotta run it up yeah
When it came to gettin' racks
I got new dividends
Got a thick brown skin b***h
I call her Cinnamon
Took some losses in these streets
I gotta pack and then wait for the win
I had to tuck a mil' I got in the field
N***a then I did it again
I was in the streets lil' n***a
I really went platinum yeah
Feelin' like Joe when I was in the trap
I was whippin' up Jacksons yeah
I was down bad n***as turned they backs yeah
They ain't know that I was fillin' up the mattress yeah
I was just a broke n***a
Now a n***a designer my feet
'17 foreign car tinted windows
Ridin' down the street yeah
I gotta feed the streets the motto is
All my n***as gotta eat
I had to trap it out
I wasn't even gettin' no sleep yeah
I didn't know who to trust
Wasn't hidin' the coupe
Wsn't hidin' my bag yeah
I didn't know what to do
Gotta get this money
You can't let it change you
But I can't lie all these hunnids
Got a n***a feelin' brand new
I just f**ked my main b***h on a private jet to Cancun
Gave her my heart before I knew the b***h was ran through
That's why when it come to these hoes
I gotta stay in love with double cup yeah
Chasin' the bag that's on the regular
I gotta run it up yeah
Ayy gotta put my new b***h in a mink
She collect the bag like a Brink
And that s**t mean everything to me
'Cause she gotta ball like me
I was gettin' off of robbin'
I was on and off the road
Had to learn the hard way that these streets so cold
Celebratin' with the Ace of Spade pourin' up the rose cold
You would think I was in the garden
How I'm pullin' up the rolls
You would think that I'm a shredder
How I'm f**kin' up a check
And I ain't never played tennis
But I got a couple on my neck
She say she want me to flood
The face to get the Audemars Piguet
I'm the youngest richest n***a
That been poppin' out the set
I got the answers n***a
I don't need no auto-correct
Got it jumpin' out my own city
Then I moved to Brooklyn like the nets yeah yeah
I didn't know who to trust
Wasn't hidin' the coupe
Wsn't hidin' my bag yeah
I didn't know what to do
Gotta get this money you can't let it change you
But I can't lie all these hunnids
Got a n***a feelin' brand new
I just f**ked my main b***h on a private jet to Cancun
Gave her my heart before
I knew the b***h was ran through
That's why when it come to these hoes
I gotta stay in love with double cup yeah
Chasin' the bag that's on the regular
I gotta run it up yeah