Playboi Carti – Don’t Worry Lyrics

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[Intro: Playboi Carti]
Yeah, hold up
Got that old coupe outside
Yeah‚ yeah‚ hold up
Got that old coupe outside
That be Maaly Raw
Hold on

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Don’t worry ’bout this (Pop some)
Can’t worry ’bout me (I’m tryna pop some)
Hold up‚ yeah (Can’t worry ’bout me, I’m tryna pop some)
I’m tryna lose some (Yeah)
I’m tryna fuck all these bitches (I’m tryna pop some)
We tryna get some (We tryna, yeah)
We tryna get these bands
We tryna count up
We tryna get geeked
We tryna count up
We tryna get it in

[Verse: Wiz Khalifa]
Okay
She wanna pop up
Break it down‚ then she hop up
Now she givin’ that top up
Drinkin’ McQueen, no Vodka
[?] what she rockin’
Look like her booty talkin’
She got drip like a faucet
We record it then watch it
No, I won’t make a promise
All about makin’ dollars
Make it bounce like Impalas
Ooh you gon’ get me caught up
All that ass‚ I can’t fight the temptation (Okay)
Hard to keep the skirt down when she shake it
In the west, but smokin’ like Jamaicans
Can’t do nothing for her, if she basic
Got her with me rolling up and drankin’
Ass up in the air, the pillow where her face is
Aye, aye, okay

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Don’t worry ’bout this (Pop some)
Can’t worry ’bout me (I’m tryna pop some)
Hold up, yeah (Can’t worry ’bout me, I’m tryna pop some)
I’m tryna lose some (Yeah)
I’m tryna fuck all these bitches (I’m tryna pop some)
We tryna get some (We tryna, yeah)
We tryna get these bands
We tryna count up
We tryna get geeked
We tryna count up
We tryna get it in

[Open Verse]

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Don’t worry ’bout this (Pop some)
Can’t worry ’bout me (I’m tryna pop some)
Hold up, yeah (Can’t worry ’bout me, I’m tryna pop some)
I’m tryna lose some (Yeah)
I’m tryna fuck all these bitches (I’m tryna pop some)
We tryna get some (We tryna, yeah)
We tryna get these bands
We tryna count up
We tryna get geeked
We tryna count up
We tryna get it in

[Outro]
That be Maaly Raw

PnB Rock – Right Now (2019) Lyrics

[Intro]
Workin’ for me, like, yeah
Twerkin’ for me, like, yeah
That be Maaly Raw
Oh, yeah

[Chorus]
She workin’ for me, she workin’ for me
She workin’ for me, like, yeah (Yeah)
She twerkin’ for me, she twerkin’ for me
She twerkin’ for me, like, yeah (Yeah)
She naked for me, she naked for me
She naked for me, like (Yeah)
She takin’ the D, she takin’ the D, she
Bust it on the floor, right now (Bust it)
Shawty, she on go, right now (Bust it)
She gon’ bust it low, right now (Right now)
Right now (Right now), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Ice on fleek (Fleek)
Yeah, her wrist on freeze (Freeze)
Huh, pussy so sweet (Sweet)
I be in that shit all week (All week)
She put it all on my face (Face)
I love the way that she taste (She taste)
That shit be bustin’ like gravy (Like gravy)
Only for me ’cause that’s bae (That’s bae)
She rode that dick like a Wraith (A Wraith)
That shit be soakin’ my sheets (My sheets)
I put that Gucci on her (On her)
She put that coochie on me (On me)
Bustin’ (Bustin’), bustin’ (Bustin’), bustin’
Bustin’ for a real nigga (Yeah)
Flexin’ (Flexin’), flexin’ (Flexin’), flexin’
Flexin’ on these lil’ niggas (Yeah)
Yeah, I just bought a pill with her (Pill)
Yeah, I just wanna chill with her (Chill)
But every time we Netflix and chill she end up swallowin’ my kids, nigga
Yeah, ’cause shawty a freak, huh (Yeah)
Yeah, only for me, huh (Yeah)
Fell in love with this D, huh
Right before I put her to sleep (Aw, yeah)

[Chorus]
She workin’ for me, she workin’ for me
She workin’ for me, like, yeah (Workin’ for me, like, yeah)
She twerkin’ for me, she twerkin’ for me
She twerkin’ for me, like, yeah (Twerkin’ for me, like, yeah)
She naked for me, she naked for me
She naked for me, like (Naked for me, like, yeah)
She takin’ the D, she takin’ the D, she (Yeah)
Bust it on the floor (Flo’), right now (Right now)
Shawty, she on go (She on go), right now (Right now)
She gon’ bust it low (Low), right now (Right now)
Right now (Right now), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah

Playboi Carti – Shoota (Leaked Version) Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah
That be Maaly Raw
Now, now is my time
Now is my time
That be Maaly Raw

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Everybody rock with me because I’m up now
Took your girl and I’ma score, like I made the touch-down
Swervin’ and the Lambo doors go up, not on the bus now
Used to want a G-Shock, now I’m walking with a bust down
Pull up and I’m flooding with an iced out watch
Whip it look like butter baby, pecan drop
Pick and drop, put that four inside drop
Stack my knots, count a lot, saw a lot
Got them rocks, diamond rocks, whip the pot
Suicide, 1600, that’s the block
Hit your girl that’s check free
She ain´t used to text me
Now she wanna caress me
She keep tryna neck me
I got’ tell my bestie, someone call my bestie
Think I found my bestie, link up make the check bleed
You know that I’m smoking dope, I’ll be high til’ next week
Know I had to let her go, cause she can’t arrest me

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Woke up with my toolie, what it do?
Meet me in the alley with the troops
I got red shooters, I got blue
Let that thing down then point at you
Bentley or that Rari, hoe, lets choose
We gon’ the rob the bank, bring the loot
We gon’ take the boy back to school
Money on the floor just like some shoes
Money on the floor just like some shoes

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Stackin’, Rackin’, all hunnids I’m packin’
My life it is like a movie minus all the actin’
Jacket, jack it, yeah it’s made of rabbit
Diamonds on my neck and wrist they compliment that karats
You ain’t nuthin’ but a mockingbird, boy you a parrot
Oops, yeah my bad, that’s your girl? We could share it
Might buy her diamonds and pearls, but can’t marry
She, said my D-Bomb like a terrorist
He, thinkin’ he on but man, that’s barely
We, rock all white ice look like dairy
Keys, my red Hellcat it sound scary
Please, you talk shit and you get buried
See, ain’t no fuck nigga around me
I said free my dogs from the county
Yeah, the ones on the run from the bounty
Yeah, diamonds they so wet, need some bounty

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Woke up with my toolie, what it do?
Meet me in the ally with the troops
I got red shooters, I got blue
Let that thing down then point at you
Bentley or a Rari, ho, lets choose
We gon the rob the bank, bring the loot
We gon take the boy back to school
Money on the floor just like some shoes

Playboi Carti – That Girl (Rocket) (feat. Lil Uzi Vert) lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
That be Maaly Raw
Now, now is my time
Now is my time
That be Maaly Raw

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Everybody rock with me because I’m up now
Took your girl and I’ma score, like I made the touch-down
Swervin’ and the Lambo doors go up, not on the bus now
Used to want a G-Shock, now I’m walking with a bust down
Pull up and I’m flooding with an iced out watch
Whip it look like butter baby, pecan drop
Pick and drop, put that phone, handsome drop
Stack my knots, count a lot, saw a lot
Got them rocks, Diamond rocks, whip the pot
Suicide, 1600, that’s the block
Hit your girl that’s check free
She ain´t used to text me
Now she won’t caress me
She keep tryna neck me
I got’ tell my bestie, someone call my bestie
Think I found my bestie, link up make the check bleed
You know that I’m smoking dope, I’ll be high til’ next week
Know I had to let her go, cause she can’t arrest me

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Woke up with my toolie, what it do?
Meet me in the ally with the troops
I got red shooters, I got blue
Let that thing down then point at you
Bentley or a Rari, hol’at chu
We gon’ the rob the bank, brain lose
We gon’ take the boy back to school
Money on the floor just like some shoes

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Stackin’, Rackin’, all of this and I’m packin’
My life it is like a movie minus all the actin’
Jacket, jack it, yeah it’s made of rabbit
Diamonds on my neck and wrist they compliment that karats
You ain’t nuthin’ but a mockingbird, boy you a parrot!
Oops, yeah my bad, that’s your girl? We could share it
Might buy her diamonds and pearls, but can’t marry
She, said my D-Bomb like a terrorist
He, thinkin’ he on but man, that’s barely
We, rock all white ice look like dairy
Kids, my red hellcat it sound scary
Please, you talk shit and you get buried
See, ain’t no fuck nigga around me
I said free my dogs from the county
Yeah, the ones on the run from the bounty
Yeah, diamonds they so wet, need some bounty

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Woke up with my toolie, what it do?
Meet me in the ally with the troops
I got red shooters, I got blue
Let that thing down then point at you
Bentley or a Rari, hol’at chu
We gon the rob the bank, brain lose
We gon take the boy back to school
Money on the floor just like some shoes

Kid Ink – On Demand

[Intro]
Uhhh
It’s Tha Alumni
Uhhh
That be Maaly Raw

[Chorus]
Yah, yah, yah yah, yah
Grab my hand if you think you qualify, yah
Yah, yah, yah yah, yah
On demand, you know I got the supply, yah

[Post-Chorus]
Okay, let’s go
The zip, don’t close
The flip you chose
I pick and roll
The whip, you so [?]
The girl, with the fo’
Just doubled up my O’s
And tripled up my dough

[Bridge]
Yah, yah, yah yah, yah
(Yah, yah, yah yah, yah)
Yah, yah, yah yah, yah
(Yah, yah, yah yah, yah)

[Verse 1]
Yah, yah, think somebody high, yah
Drop down, dunk on you like Zion, oh
We them young niggas with no guidance
Roll one, face up, tatted like the Mayans
Don’t fuck with me ’cause my family feel
Dirty ghetto kids came up of that can of [?]
Now I cop the bag, party pack, you can’t refuse
Tryna keep my shit together, can’t stop breaking rules and making moves
I’m in this bitch on my Damien Wayne
That mean more money and major pay
I can’t sit and watch you eating, I go get a plate, nah
These niggas did it for themselves, I do it for steak

[Chorus]
Yah, yah, yah yah, yah
Grab my hand if you think you qualify, yah
Yah, yah, yah yah, yah
On demand, you know I got the supply, yah

[Post-Chorus]
Okay, let’s go
The zip, don’t close
The flip you chose
I pick and roll
The whip, you so [?]
The girl, with the fo’
Just doubled up my O’s
And tripled up my dough

[Bridge]
Yah, yah, yah yah, yah
(Yah, yah, yah yah, yah)
Yah, yah, yah yah, yah
(Yah, yah, yah yah, yah)

[Verse 2]
I’m back again, its what it looks
Might switch up the style, still with the crooks
Got that dirty harry on me, need to hit the sud’
You so fogi, actin’ phony, swear you niggas sus
I finally got the plug, it came out the mud
Don’t believe in love, [??] hoes don’t believe in love
Got my stripes, same way that Adidas does
In this Lambo, really feel like I could beat the fuzz
Slip and slide, it’s one a time
You never seen this shit before, it’s one a’ kind
Do it, Biggie, hypnotizer
I can get into it, shawty, dead on arrival

[Chorus]
Yah, yah, yah yah, yah
Grab my hand if you think you qualify, yah
Yah, yah, yah yah, yah
On demand, you know I got the supply, yah

[Post-Chorus]
Okay, let’s go
The zip, don’t close
The flip you chose
I pick and roll
The whip, you so [?]
The girl, with the fo’
Just doubled up my O’s
And tripled up my dough

[Bridge]
Yah, yah, yah yah, yah
(Yah, yah, yah yah, yah)
Yah, yah, yah yah, yah
(Yah, yah, yah yah, yah)

[Outro]
Oooo
Oooo
Uhhh, uhhh

Lil Uzi Vert – 444+222

[Chorus]
Breathe in, breathe in
Breathe out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast
Slow down
Breathe in, breathe in
Breathe out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast
Slow down
4, 4, 4, 4
4, 4, 4, 4
Million on me, JAY-Z
Count up, fuck nigga, pay, me

[Verse 1]
Pull up, walk in
Everybody yell like "watch out"
Got it too lit like "pipe down"
No I can’t wait need it right now
Get guap, only ones, what she like now
Count it up, from the morning to the night now
That’s the reason that niggas wanna fight now?
Cus my diamonds shine like a lighthouse?
Pull up, walk in
Everybody yell like "watch out"
That be Maaly Raw

[Chorus]
Breathe in, breathe in
Breathe out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast
Slow down
Breathe in, breathe in
Breathe out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast
Slow down
4, 4, 4, 4 (ayy, ayy)
4, 4, 4, 4 (ayy, ayy)
Million on me, JAY-Z
Count up, fuck nigga, pay me

[Verse 2]
Woah, fuck your bitch, I’m bored
Rockstar, that’s of course
White girl like Lorde
She don’t really get too impressed, Honda Accord
‘Long as she get her beauty rest, then I’m aboard
Got that girl wet, she need three towels (ayy)
Call my phone like every day on speed dial
Hundred thousand, new watch, got like three dials
I don’t eat out, hit once, leave out
Breathe in, breathe in, breathe in
Breathe out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast
Slow down
Back it up, rack it up
Told that bitch, "Back it up"
Thirty nails, hammer tucked
So there’s no way that you jamming us (no way)

[Chorus]
Breathe in, breathe in
Breathe out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast
Slow down
Breath in, breath in
Breath out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast
Slow down
4, 4, 4, 4 (ayy, ayy)
4, 4, 4, 4 (ayy, ayy)
Million on me, JAY-Z
Count up, fuck nigga, pay me

[Verse 3]
Pull up, sauce got the drip
Foreign broads, like ’em mixed
Bulldog with a pit
Bulldog with a grip
4, 4, 4, 4 (ayy, ayy)
4, 4, 4, 4 (ayy, ayy)
Million on me, JAY-Z
Count up, fuck nigga, pay me
All these niggas yeah, hate me
Covered in that water, waist deep
Pull up in that Lamb, just me
My niggas pullin’ up, eight deep

[Chorus]
Breathe in, breathe in
Breathe out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast
Slow down
Breathe in, breathe in
Breathe out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast
Slow down
4, 4, 4, 4 (ayy, ayy)
4, 4, 4, 4 (ayy, ayy)
Million, on me, JAY-Z
Count up, fuck nigga, pay me

Breathe in, breathe in
Breathe out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast
Slow down
Breathe in, breathe in
Breathe out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast
Slow down
4, 4, 4, 4 (ayy, ayy)
4, 4, 4, 4 (ayy, ayy)
Million, on me, JAY-Z
Count up, fuck nigga, pay me

[Outro]
Pull up, walk in
Everybody yell like "watch out"
Got it too lit like "pipe down"
No I can’t wait need it right now
Get guap only ones, what she like now
Count it up from the morning to the night now
That’s the reason that niggas wanna fight now?
Cus my diamonds shine like a lighthouse?
Pull up, walk in (ayy)
Everybody yell like "watch out"
Got it too lit like "pipe down"
No I can’t wait need it right now
Get guap only ones, what she like now
Count it up from the morning to the night now
That’s the reason that niggas wanna fight now?
Cus my diamonds shine like a lighthouse?

Lil Uzi Vert – Dark Queen Lyrics

[Intro]
Dear momma
Love you momma
I ain’t goin, momma
That be Maaly Raw

[Chorus]
Dear momma
I don’t wanna sign off (no way)
Outchea getting commas (commas)
Like my dad, I’m a grinder (oh yeah)
She don’t want me locked up (locked up)
Momma I’m gon’ wash up (wash up)
Whip my wrist it lock up (yeah)
All my diamonds rocked up (oh yeah)
I don’t wanna sign off (woah)

[Verse 1]
Momma love me so I can do no wrong (do no wrong)
Momma in the trap so this her favorite song (favorite song)
I’m gon’ get them racks lil baby they so long
Said I wasn’t nothing but I came in strong
You got the best advice but I won’t call (no way)
I know I’m grown so I do not need ya’ll (I got it)
And if i get locked up, mom change the law (oh yeah)
You fix everything so that’s what I thought
When I was small momma made me tall (made me tall)
Even though I’m daddy pup she still gon’ wipe my paws
Don’t care about this money, don’t care about them cars (she drivin’)
Lose my momma that’s a problem you can’t solve

[Chorus]
Dear momma
I don’t wanna sign off (no way)
Out here getting commas (commas)
Like my dad, I’m a grinder (oh yeah)
She don’t want me locked up (locked up)
Momma I’m gon’ wash up (wash up)
Whip my wrist it lock up (yeah)
All my diamonds rocked up (oh yeah)
I don’t wanna sign off (woah)

[Verse 2]
Now I got the game in a headlock (headlock)
Never catch me lackin’ run a red light (no lackin’ shorty, skrrt)
Bitch we talk in codes we the red slugs (on folk n’em)
They tried to break my safe I had a deadlock (deadlock)
Momma used to bag in the day time (day time)
Momma got that bag by the night time (night time)
Was on thirty second street I was like 8 then (I ain’t crumblin’)
Moved to FrancisVille and met my real friends (bah)
Momma said stay down there ‘fore you get hurt (1600)
That was way before I was Lil Uzi Vert (1600)
Momma saw me in action it could’ve got worse (1600)
I know that my momma know I’m shootin’ first

[Chorus]
Dear momma
I don’t wanna sign off (no way)
Outchea getting commas (commas)
Like my dad, I’m a grinder (oh yeah)
She don’t want me locked up (locked up)
Momma I’m gon’ wash up (yeah)
Whip my wrist it lock up (yeah)
All my diamonds rocked up (oh yeah)
I don’t wanna sign off (woah)

[Outro]
Dear momma (1600)
Love you momma
That’s my momma (1600 block)

Meek Mill – Backboard (feat. Young Thug)

[Intro]
That be Maaly Raw
(M-m-m-murda)

[Hook: Young Thug]
Hey, 200 miles on the dashboard (skrt-skrt-skrt)
I came from serving them bags out a back-porch
(Serving them bags out a back-porch)
We hit that boy with a stick cause he asked for it
(Hit that boy with a stick caused he asked for it)
Russell just through run that brick off a backboard
(Run through that brick off a backboard)
80k on, it’s a backend, backend
I hit that lil boy with a Mac-10, Mac-10
I spent like 4 racks on a jacket, fashion
I fuck that ho with a passion, I’m everlasting

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I am a leader, (boss)
Never a follower (never a follower, whoo)
You a dick eater, your girl’s a swallower (she official my nigga)
No I won’t hit her, she not in my caliber (wouldn’t even hit that thot)
We’ve been stunting a long time, I know that they tired of us (niggas is sick, woah)
I ain’t around no fuck boy
Cup full (?) tub boy
Big D’s on truck boy (skrt-skrt)
All my young niggas sell boy (young nigga)
Young boy going like Elroy (yeah)
Big booty back in the Goyard (Goyard)
Sit the whole thing in the (?)
These niggas (?) airborne
Flood my Patek
Young boy still getting at it (at it)
21 shots my FN (brrrr)
Young rich nigga living savage (savage)
You in the hood, gotta check in
We the side never need passes (no)
These fuck boys so swagless, 4500 my jacket, fashion
(Skrt-skrt)

[Hook: Young Thug]
Hey, 200 miles on the dashboard (skrt-skrt-skrt)
I came from serving them bags out a back-porch
(Serving them bags out a back-porch)
We hit that boy with a stick cause he asked for it
(Hit that boy with a stick caused he asked for it)
Russell just through run that brick off a backboard
(Run through that brick off a backboard)
80k on, it’s a backend, backend
I hit that lil boy with a Mac-10, Mac-10
I spent like 4 racks on a jacket, fashion
I fuck that ho with a passion, I’m everlasting

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Your bitch’ll call me Mr. Big
My house a year old like a kid
We murk ’em then we dodge the pigs
Put a dirt bike on your wig
Could be court side with your bitch (skrt)
Could be worldwide, I’m a trend (woah)
Make her snort a line like a pin (snh)
Nigga diamonds jumping out the gym
Take it all off, take it all off with your friends, ay
Play with my dogs, then we going off with your head, yeah
The Percocets on me, a young nigga take a lot of meds
I pop me a dirty now I walk around like I’m dead (dead man walking)
I’m high as the law, I’m lit like July the 4th
Double RC they tight, but a pussy nigga really soft (soft)
I’ma take off on sight (takeoff), run a nigga down like Moss
I got me a Draco on the flight, I came out the creek like Dawson

[Hook: Young Thug]
Hey, 200 miles on the dashboard (skrt-skrt-skrt)
I came from serving them bags out a back-porch
(Serving them bags out a back-porch)
We hit that boy with a stick cause he asked for it
(Hit that boy with a stick caused he asked for it)
Russell just through run that brick off a backboard
(Run through that brick off a backboard)
80k on, it’s a backend, backend
I hit that lil boy with a Mac-10, Mac-10
I spent like 4 racks on a jacket, fashion
I fuck that ho with a passion, I’m everlasting

[Outro: 21 Savage]
Swerving, swerving, swerving, swerving
Basic bitches make me nervous
I’m so high, ain’t got no service
Fuck a fuckboy bitch on purpose
Swerving, swerving, swerving, swerving
Bust a brick down, bag and serve it
We gon’ take this shit the furthest
Play with me and shit get murdered (brrp-brrp)

PnB Rock – New Day (Gttm Goin Thru The Motions Album)

[Intro]
Oh yeah
That be Maaly Raw
Yeah, Aye Maaly this some different shit right here bruh

[Chorus]
Ah man god damn it’s a new day
Now I’m getting money I swear everythings changed
Now all these bad bi**hes tryna be my main
And now all these lame ni**as tryna be with gang
No I done made a new lane
Pull up on your block in that f**king Mulsanne
Your bi**h on my top like a f**king toupee
Cause she see the guap bussing out my balmains

[Verse 1]
Man I swear I’m too paid
Young ni**a balling like I’m playing 2k
I can’t f**k with these ni**as cause they too fake
All they do is hate man they too fugay
Ni**as in the hood talking bout shooting me
But I’m still in the hood ain’t s**t you could do to me
Pull up hop out what’s up right now
I’m In the hood with a stainless
Walk around like I ain’t famous
Pu**y ni**a what you thinking ?
I F**k around leave you brainless
I bet you thought I was just singing
You ain’t know I’m on that gang s**t
You ain’t know that I’m so dangerous
And all my ni**as on the same s**t
F**k around and leave you flamed quick
Pu**y ni**as on that lame s**t

[Chorus]
Ah man god damn it’s a new day
Now I’m getting money I swear everythings changed
Now all these bad bi**hes tryna be my main
And now all these lame ni**as tryna be with gang
No I done made a new lane
Pull up on your block in that f**king Mulsanne
Your bi**h on my top like a f**king toupee
Cause she see the guap bussing out my balmains

[Verse 2]
Man I swear I’m too paid
I woke up like f**k it I might buy a new K
Diamonds dancing you can see my s**t like blu ray
I just f**ked this ni**a bi**h, she tryna be my new bae
No, I can’t do no cuffing
I’m just tryna f**k you bi**h I keep that shit a hunnit
Hit it from the back you feel that s**t all in your stomach
Pull ya hair grip ya neck like bi**h it ain’t no running
I be on that thug s**t
Bi**hes fall in love quick
If I catch that vibe shorty then you getting dubbed quick
Don’t blow my high unless you paying for these drugs bi**h
I’m on another level don’t make me forget you
And have me like

[Chorus]
Ah man god damn it’s a new day
Now I’m getting money I swear everythings changed
Now all these bad bi**hes tryna be my main
And now all these lame ni**as tryna be with gang
No I done made a new lane
Pull up on your block in that f**king Mulsanne
Your bi**h on my top like a f**king toupee
Cause she see the guap bussing out my balmains

PnB Rock – New Day Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh yeah
That be Maaly Raw
Yeah, Aye Maaly this some different shit right here bruh

[Hook]
Ah man god damn it’s a new day
Now I’m getting money I swear everything’s changed
Now all these bad bitches tryna be my main
And now all these lame niggas tryna be with gang
No I done made a new lane
Pull up on your block in that fucking Mulsanne
Your bitch on my top like a fucking toupee
Cause she see the guap bussin’ out my balmains

[Verse One]
Man I swear I’m too paid
Young nigga balling like I’m playing 2k
I can’t fuck with these niggas cause they too fake
All they do is hate man they too fugay
Niggas in the hood talking bout shooting me
But I’m still in the hood ain’t shit you could do to me
Pull up hop out what’s up right now
I’m In the hood with a stainless
Walk around like I ain’t famous
Pussy nigga what you thinking ?
I Fuck around leave you brainless
I bet you thought I was just singin’
You ain’t know I’m on that gang shit
You ain’t know that I’m so dangerous
And all my niggas on the same shit
Fuck around and leave you flamed quick
Pussy niggas on that lame shit

[Hook]
Ah man god damn it’s a new day
Now I’m getting money I swear everything’s changed
Now all these bad bitches tryna be my main
All these lame niggas tryna be with gang
No I done made a new lane
Pull up on your block in that fucking Mulsanne
Your bitch on my top like a fucking toupee
Cause she see the guap bussin’ out my balmains

[Verse Two]
Man I swear I’m too paid
I woke up like “fuck it I might buy a new K”
Diamonds dancing you can see my shit like blu ray
I just fucked this nigga bitch, she tryna be my new bae
No, I can’t do no cuffing
I’m just tryna fuck you bitch I keep that shit a hunnit
Hit it from the back you feel that shit all in your stomach
Pull ya hair grip ya neck like bitch it ain’t no runnin’
I be on that thug shit
Bitches fall in love quick
If I catch that vibe shorty then you getting dubbed quick
Don’t blow my high unless you paying for these drugs bitch
I’m on another level don’t make me forget you
And have me like

[Hook]
Ah man god damn it’s a new day
Now I’m getting money I swear everything’s changed
Now all these bad bitches tryna be my main
All these lame niggas tryna be with gang
No I done made a new lane
Pull up on your block in that fucking Mulsanne
Your bitch on my top like a fucking toupee
Cause she see the guap bussin’ out my balmains

PnB Rock – New Day

[Intro]
Oh yeah
That be Maaly Raw
Yeah, Aye Maaly this some different shit right here bruh

[Hook]
Ah man god damn it’s a new day
Now I’m getting money I swear everything’s changed
Now all these bad bitches tryna be my main
And now all these lame niggas tryna be with gang
No I done made a new lane
Pull up on your block in that fucking Mulsanne
Your bitch on my top like a fucking toupee
Cause she see the guap bussin’ out my balmains

[Verse One]
Man I swear I’m too paid
Young nigga balling like I’m playing 2k
I can’t fuck with these niggas cause they too fake
All they do is hate man they too fugay
Niggas in the hood talking bout shooting me
But I’m still in the hood ain’t shit you could do to me
Pull up hop out what’s up right now
I’m In the hood with a stainless
Walk around like I ain’t famous
Pussy nigga what you thinking ?
I Fuck around leave you brainless
I bet you thought I was just singin’
You ain’t know I’m on that gang shit
You ain’t know that I’m so dangerous
And all my niggas on the same shit
Fuck around and leave you flamed quick
Pussy niggas on that lame shit

[Hook]
Ah man god damn it’s a new day
Now I’m getting money I swear everything’s changed
Now all these bad bitches tryna be my main
All these lame niggas tryna be with gang
No I done made a new lane
Pull up on your block in that fucking Mulsanne
Your bitch on my top like a fucking toupee
Cause she see the guap bussin’ out my balmains

[Verse Two]
Man I swear I’m too paid
I woke up like "fuck it I might buy a new K"
Diamonds dancing you can see my shit like blu ray
I just fucked this nigga bitch, she tryna be my new bae
No, I can’t do no cuffing
I’m just tryna fuck you bitch I keep that shit a hunnit
Hit it from the back you feel that shit all in your stomach
Pull ya hair grip ya neck like bitch it ain’t no runnin’
I be on that thug shit
Bitches fall in love quick
If I catch that vibe shorty then you getting dubbed quick
Don’t blow my high unless you paying for these drugs bitch
I’m on another level don’t make me forget you
And have me like

[Hook]
Ah man god damn it’s a new day
Now I’m getting money I swear everything’s changed
Now all these bad bitches tryna be my main
All these lame niggas tryna be with gang
No I done made a new lane
Pull up on your block in that fucking Mulsanne
Your bitch on my top like a fucking toupee
Cause she see the guap bussin’ out my balmains