Fredo Bang and Rick Ross - Brand New Ap

(M-M-M-Maybach Music)
(Bangladesh)
Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm (yeah, yeah)
Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm (yeah, yeah, woo)
Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm (yeah, yeah)
Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm (yeah, woo)

Brand new AP, buss down
I'll never cuff on a buss down, no (gang, gang)
Made another hunnit and I put it in the vault (in the vault)
Gotta be safe when I'm countin' this dough (shee)
When your rich like this, they ain't tellin' you "No"
I'll be damn if the bitch don't touch her toes
Came from the streets, gotta keep that pole
I be rollin' up opps, I'on't smoke no dope, mmm (fah, ha, ha, ha)

I got that shit on me now, mmm (bitch, slap, woo)
I got that shit on me now, mmm (fah, fah)
I got that shit on me now, mmm (woo, woo)
I got that shit on me now

Way to wavy, I'm stickin' like puddin'
See me with a bitch and you know that I'm juggin'
Bitch play games, I'ma fuck on her sister
Way to player, I'on't pay for no pussy
Poppin' these pills got my mouth lookin' crooked
If the bitch bad, I'ma eat on her cookies (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma feed her dick, she gon' think that I cooked it (yeah)
I'm a real nigga, I'll never take no pussy
Came from the trenches, and I'm thuggin' like Pac
Ol' weird ass bitch keep my pockets on watch
Ol' lame ass nigga wanna know what I got (wanna know what I got)
These niggas be tellin', I'on't fuck with no cops
If she a real bitch, she gonna keep it on lock
Rich ass G, double G on my socks (huh?)
Call me a rope, I'ma keep me a knot
Call me a lamb, I'ma keep me a chop, mmm (fah, fah)

I got that shit on me now, mmm (bitch, slap, woo)
I got that shit on me now, mmm (fah, fah)
I got that shit on me now, mmm (woo, woo)
I got that shit on me now

Brand new AP, buss down
I'll never cuff on a buss down, no (gang, gang)
Made another hunnid and I put it in the vault (in the vault)
Gotta be safe when I'm countin' this dough (shee)
When you rich like this, they ain't tellin' you "No"
I'll be damn if the bitch don't touch her toes
Came from the streets, gotta keep that pole
I be rollin' up opps, I'on't smoke no dope, mmm (M-M-M-Maybach Music)

Three M's on a new Y
Fat boy, two 2 Pacs (huh?)
Lebron hit me when his shoes dropped
Just send the Louies, don't need the box (woo)
Lil' boy, better know your business
Door to door like Jehovah Witness
All white, new Rich Mille
I'm invincible, so don't go against me (huh)
Top down all night, nigga (woo)
New teeth all white, nigga (woo)
Fuck boy on sight, nigga (sight)
I'm rich forever, whole life, nigga (whole life)

Brand new AP, buss down
I'll never cuff on a buss down, no (gang, gang)
Made another hunnid and I put it in the vault (in the vault)
Gotta be safe when I'm countin' this dough (shee)
When your rich like this, they ain't tellin' you "No"
I'll be damn if the bitch don't touch her toes
Came from the streets, gotta keep that pole
I be rollin' up opps, I'on't smoke no dope

Written by:
Frederick Givens II, Nasir Crawford, Shondrae Crawford, William Roberts

Publisher:
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