Patty BinLaden - New Week, New Yeah...

New week, new start, new day
Got a brand new bitch, I don't know if she my bae
Way I'm getting to the cheese, I don't got too much to say
Wake up, brush teeth, then you know I gotta pray
New day, new mind, so I'm getting to the guap
Then I pull up on a freak and whip it out, she give me top
Hit the store, new sneaks, new clothes, gotta cop
I been thuggin bout my lonely, I been in my head a lot
Doin' me ion too much fuck with you
Shawty thinkin', cause we fuckin', I'ma have to call her boo
Say the pape, stickin to a nigga hands like glue
Flo sick like I stepped up in this bitch
it caught the flu
Flo sick like COVID-19
Pop out too fly shawty call me Mr. Clean
You would think I be with Tatum, how I'm getting to the green
Getting funds, money, young money, making machine
New week, new approach
You would think li pat the denist, how he play up in a throat
And Lil' Patty like Aaliyah, how he rockin' shawty boat
And I do my dance, niggas tryna copy my emotes
New style, but these pussy niggas tryna sound the same
And Lil' Patty triple H, how he rippin' through the game
Turn this back up on these niggas, he gon' go against the grain
Call li shawty, tylenol, headache, give me brain
Houdini, fuck & shawty, poof
And I been up out that drank turnt, jumpin' out the roof
And she claimin' that she love me, shawty, gotta show me proof
And she thinkin' she can play with Patty, shawty, she a goof
New start, new move, new vibe, so I gotta keep it cool
You would think I be with Jordan Money, wild like a poole
Fit matt black, tatted, I don't gotta rock no jewels
I can't even kick the cup, sippin' on it like it's juice
Uhhh...whaa
New week, new start, new day
Got a brand new bitch, I don't know if she my bae
Way I'm getting to the cheese, I don't got too much to say
Wake up, brush teeth, then you know I gotta pray
New day, new mind, so I'm getting to the guap
Then I pull up on a freak and whip it out, she give me top
New week, new start, new day
Got a brand new bitch, I don't know if she my bae
Way I'm getting to the cheese, I don't got too much to say
Wake up, brush teeth, then you know I gotta pray
New day, new mind, so I'm getting to the guap
Then I pull up on a freak and whip it out, she give me top
Hit the store, new sneaks, new clothes, gotta cop
I been thuggin bout my lonely, I been in my head a lot

Written by:
Patty BinLaden

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