OT7 Quanny and G.T. - New Money

(Pyro made it)

I got good credit in the streets, yeah, niggas zero down (yeha, zero down)
I was the neighborhood hot boy, I'm the hero now (yeah, I'm the hero now)
I was takin' risks before I wrote a rap
I picked twenty that smelled the best and then I brought 'em back
I really got mines from the dirt, these niggas bought they name
I sent money to the jails before I bought my chain (before I bought my chain)
A hundred fifty in all cash, I still ain't got no deal (I still ain't got no deal)
They keep sayin' I'm the ticket, I'm in the projects still (yeah, the project baby, for real)
I need seventy-five hundred before the party start (yeah)
I got PTSD, don't put the car in park (yeah, don't put the car in park)
What you niggas know 'bout bunk beds and project heat? (Real project baby)
Dummy be done caught a headshot, thought that I was sweet
All I gotta do, press a button, yeah, I'm bossed up (yeah, I'm bossed up)
When them rappers come to the city, them niggas call us (yeah, them niggas tappin' in)
I'm in that brand new Benz, it feel like I'm outer space (I feel like I'm outer space)
Me and broski back to back, I think he tryna race (yeah, I think he tryna race)
Nigga try reach for my jewels then I'ma light the Fully (then I'ma light the Fully)
Christian Dior, yeah, this ain't no fuckin' Nike hoodie (this ain't no fuckin' Nike hoodie)
I would've been smoked Bishop, fuck was wrong with Quincy? (Fuck was wrong with Quincy?)
Yeah, my name Sosa, you can call me Benji (yeah, you can call me Benji though)

(Yeah, my name Sosa, you can call me Benji, call me Benji)

Yeah, I hope you ready (I hope you ready)
You just gotta hold it steady (just gotta hold it steady)
They hit his cap and now his face a bowl of spaghetti (bowl of spaghetti)
All that dissin' ain't gon' get you signed (ain't gon' get you signed)
You really selfish, leave your mommy and your kids behind (shot gon' get you shot)
I ain't never goin' broke, I got the bricky lined (yeah, we got the chicken line)
Yeah, I'm the youngest turnt up, the whole city mine (yeah, I'm the youngest turnt)
I was out there in that war, you know it's life or death (yeah, you know it's life or death)
Gun smoke and bloody showers, shit, you might get wet (you might get wet)
Love my sons to death, yeah, they the reason I keep goin' (yeah)
You get two for eighty-one, yeah, nigga, I'm T. Owens (yeah, I'm T. Owens)
Before I rapped, was at the table sittin' with José (sittin' with José)
I showed granny a buck fifty, she like, "It's no way" (it's no way)

Pass me a pill, so I can get activated (let's go)
Four-door, big drop, rims go backwards, skating
Am I holdin' all Chanel, takin' airy flavor (real)
Pussy-ass rap nigga got whacked for fakin'
Heard you broke-ass niggas lackin' paper
Put so much money on your head, we had your mama thinkin'
He got hit with that switch, that mean them niggas spanked 'em (yeah)
We shoot them 308s, you might just die if they graze you
real, yeah
Like a brand new pair of shoes, man, them boys will lace you
Heard you can't come back to the hood, we chillin' in here, spaceships
And I ain't even fuck yo' bitch, but she got a facial
And I cut the bitch off, she wasn't even grateful (for real)
Straps got heat trackers, man, them bitches chase you
Snuck a Philly in the club, them shots don't need no chaser
We walk in, switched the mood 'cause I walked in with takers

(Yeah)
(We walk in, switched the mood 'cause I walked in with takers)

Written by:
Ja'Quan Borneo-Lee, Gary Alan Thomas

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