FIRST CLASS BEE, Rockie Fresh - NEW WORLD ORDER lyrics

Fallin In Line really I ain’t gotta
I’m on the Grind fuck’em 2 at a time

I’m on the grind
I gotta get to this money I take
It a day at a time they fallin in line
Really I ain’t gotta force it I
Sir in the back and recline two at a time
Both of these bitches some dubs
Both these bitches some dimes brand new ride
And they wanna hop inside I
Know they wanna hop inside
I ain’t never lied
Put it on my gang, put it on my squad
We just go hard i gotta thank God
My left wrist is walkin on water turn a loss
Stunt with the team and put
Louis V on my daughter screaming N W O
Really it’s New World Order
Really it’s New World Order

I done been broke before
I ain’t tryin to go back no more
I done seen the funds get low
Couldn’t even hit the corner store
Pulling backwoods out the bag like
My niggas smoke gas
My niggas started with no bread
Now it’s time to toast

You know we grew up in them
Environments where they do the most
We treat the enemy like family
Gotta keep em close
You know I started as worker now I’m CEO
My niggas supposed to go undrafted
But we goin pro

I told my bitch to keep it
Player I’mma be the coach
You know that wrist be Presidential but
I don’t need your votes
I’m in that White House where white
Bitches and they doing blow
I get the top and I go
Missing bitch I’m going gold

I’m on the grind
I gotta get to this money I take
It a day at a time they fallin in line
Really I ain’t gotta force it I
Sit in the back and recline two at a time
Both of these bitches some dubs
Both these bitches some dimes brand new ride
And they wanna hop inside I
Know they wanna hop inside
I ain’t never lied
Put it on my gang, put it on my squad
We just go hard i gotta thank God
My left wrist is walkin on water turn a loss
Stunt with the team and put
Louis V on my daughter screaming N W O
Really it’s New World Order
Really it’s New World Order

Look they say they want that cool shit
Givenchy swimwear by the pool shit
How to ball we got the blueprint
I’m the New Mexican frank Lucas

Balmains with bands in em
Black truck with the straps in em
Black cards in our back pockets
Guarantee that yo bitch watching (Like damn)

I’m sitting in a rolls with a cup of rose
2 racks on my denim for sum fucking clothes
Your tax bracket low we don’t Fuck with those
Treat your bitch like a Lyft
She just come and go

Big smiles like money Mitch
Hulk hogan new world order
Bill gates that dummy rich
Run it back like Clinton Portis

No six nine don’t do telling
Big money like three sevens
Straight gas no unleaded
Firstclass that’s authentic

I’m on the grind
I gotta get to this money I take
It a day at a time they fallin in line
Really I ain’t gotta force it I
Sit in the back and recline two at a time
Both of these bitches some dubs
Both these bitches some dimes brand new ride
And they wanna hop inside I
Know they wanna hop inside
I ain’t never lied
Put it on my gang, put it on my squad
We just go hard i gotta thank God
My left wrist is walkin on water turn a loss
Stunt with the team and put
Louis V on my daughter screaming N W O
Really it’s New World Order
Really it’s New World Order