3YN - New Era

New era it's a new generation
How you left me you was part of the equation
She a lil mixed , add it up its blasian
The drop top gon be moving fast , niggas aint on racing
When we tryna go fill our bank accounts gotta be calm and be patient
As she gettin so closer and closer she diggin and sniffing upon the fragrance
Im jus tryna stack up on my money ain't no leavin it empty or leavin no vacant
You know that we fillin our shit
Money comin' book the family a trip
Talking that dividends
Splitting our funds
Sipping that drank
And we sipping on remedy
Purple the paint how it matching the drank
And she getting no ring in it
Beige interior
Go and it pop
Tart the cinnamon
Breaking and entering
Niggas was breaking inside of the industry
Unplug the cord, not bringing no wire
We the of source the energy
Give her the boot, so we travel the world
How we landing in Italy
Dripping exotic consistently
Number going up, they movin consistently
No disrespect, no forgetting me
Hold on, said she horny
I be spazzing call me swerveaux, I be scoring
Not your ti fi not your wife know she whoring
Like an athlete touchdown I'm scoring again
Hold on
Baby you know that them niggas is fans
Move like my money I move in advance
Put me in hawaii wit baddies and tens
Ten 4 on my body call me superman
S never silent add it to the bands
Niggas is stuck in the past and its sad
Niggas is stuck in the past ina trance
Like get wit the new era
Coke on her nose no hannah montana
Get to the bread like I'm baby santana
Sippin on purple im talking bout fanta
Cars be exotic not talking a phantom
Lovin my body she callin me handsome
She lovin my body
No one competing cant try me
C.O.D done with her back to the lobby
Pushing the throttle
Landing on us, ain't no luck with no bottle
Keep it on spinning
Ice on my wrist and it screaming like gospel
She can't get with me , baby go pray to the gospel awful
Like Ma is you proud of me went in and got me an offer offer
Know we gon' sign a deal young niggas signin an offer offer
After that hop on PJ we take off you know to the Oscars
After that she eat it up with no hands , not talkin about Waka Flocka
New Era
New Era
New Era
New Era
New Era
New Era it's a new generation
How you left me you was part of the equation
What she mixed with?
Add it up its blasian
Who she chillin with?
Don't matter niggas blazin
The drop top gon be moving fast , niggas aint on racing
When we tryna go fill our bank accounts gotta be calm and be patient
As she gettin so closer and closer , she diggin and sniffing upon the fragrance
Im jus tryna stack up on my money , ain't no leavin it empty or leavin no vacant

Written by:
Houyame Bargach, Jayden Clerveaux, Mounir Bargach

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