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Brand New Hunnids

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I'm going to keep it real like a brand -new honey, about that life I ain't never ran from

it.

Everywhere I go, try to get to the money.

Everywhere I go, try to get to the money.

Everywhere I go, try to get to the money.

Everywhere I go, try to get to the money.

I'm going to keep it real like a brand -new honey, about that life I ain't never ran

from it.

Everywhere I go, try to get to the money.

Everywhere I go, try to get to the money.

Get some big one shit comes quick son, ditch some cause they gonna get the begging from

the rich one.

For the money, for tummy booty and they tits done.

Cross your neck with a razor, for the fatty when they see you living major.

How they comin' for money, your job paid ya

When not even one of them did a little bit of labor

With them brand new hunnids, bam, you done it

Not a way somebody can ever ban you from it

How can you stomach the poppa, nigga, hit the lottery

So when you goin' up, how can you plumb it?

Damn, you stunnin'

On the land, when you expand the grands

They gonna stand who run it in the jam you brung it

Comin' from all the fans, the Kansas City man do gun it

Check out the paper, don't let the paper take ya

Big money makers, you're gonna wake the vapors

From all the haters, they wanna waste ya

Like a trippin' and hit a gallon of Jager

Off of the money, guess why they shoot ya?

Cause they jealous they makin' the shawty juice ya?

I ain't slippin' to givin' nobody boost

I'ma keep the brand new hunnid, Kentucky, Socrates, Pusta

Nigga, ayy

I'ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid

Ayy, bout that life, I ain't never ran from it

Ayy, everywhere I go, try and get to the money

Ayy, ayy, everywhere I go, try and get to the money

Ayy, I'ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid

Ayy, bout that life, I ain't never ran from it

Ayy, everywhere I go, try and get to the money

Ayy, ayy, everywhere I go, try and get to the money

Like a brand new hunnid dollar bill

When they put the light on me, they will know that I'm real

I'ma get to the money, but not give them what they can feel

And I work at the Grigoris on the go without a deal

We two up, it's too much money to be made

Too much money for me to ever be a slave

Too much money for me, then I wanna get out of the bed

And go get at somebody already gettin' paid

It don't matter if you rappin' or thuggin'

Be stackin' or pluggin'

It's either you a slackin' or pumpin'

How bad that you want it?

Like even if you hop in the oven

And you rappin' a couple of them

Movin' two by fours like Jim Duggin'

You buggin' if you don't got a lucrative hustle

Lookin' for new producers, product -productive cause you

Gotta be tough in place, you gotta do what you must do

Throw it when you win, they will sell and they'll rustle

When I see Hawks, when I see these thoughts

And I read thoughts, let him wonder about the bread

He financially flaunt, cause he know what she wants

Let alone fucks, I give him the photocred

Even though I do collect it, though I haven't changed yet

Never quit, never sit, waitin' for a paycheck

To the paper jet and get lifted like a weight set

With a loud pack, hear the chronic like a dray set

J. Hyde, that's a safe bet

I'ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid

Ayy, bout that life, I ain't never ran from it

Ayy, everywhere I go, try and get to the money

Ayy, ayy, everywhere I go, try and get to the money

Ayy, I'ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid

Ayy, bout that life, I ain't never ran from it

Ayy, everywhere I go, try and get to the money

Ayy, everywhere I go, try and get to the money