Joey Fatts, Larry June - Brand New AMG lyrics

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Ayy, turn me up, yeah ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Brand new AMG, I got it out the streets,  huh
Your bitch wanna lay with me
 I tell her pay the fee
She mad she cannot get away with me
I make her bleed her feet,  huh
Lil bitch, don’t play with me, you
Know I play for keeps, yeah
Brand new AMG, I got it out the streets, huh
Your bitch wanna lay with me
I tell her pay the fee
She mad she cannot get away with me
I make her bleed her feet, huh
Lil bitch, don’t play with me, you
Know I play for keeps, yeah

The dealer said they got them coupes in
I was taught to wear it if the shoe fit
Trap nigga, never been to Ruth’s Chris
But this cup costs three steaks
I just pour like four sips
I don’t do the dinner dates, girl
You know what time it is
I’m cookin’ dope inside the crib
Ferrari up inside the fridge
Bitch, I got to do it big
For Venice and my mama kids
These jeans is Undercover
See the patchwork where my pockets is
Can’t fuck without a rubber
She gon’ hit me where my pockets is
Dior, Ralph, all type of shit
You do the math, that’s all type of chips
Sell dope but rappin’, we all types of rich
Smokin’ blues off that foil
You niggas hypes and shit
Just spent a house on this foreign
My bitch don’t like the shit facts

Brand new AMG, I got it out the streets, huh
Your bitch wanna lay with me
I tell her pay the fee
She mad she cannot get away with me
I make her bleed her feet, huh
Lil bitch, don’t with me
You know I play for keeps, yeah
Brand new AMG, I got it out the streets, huh
Your bitch wanna lay with me
I tell her pay the fee
She mad she cannot get away with me
I make her bleed her feet, huh
Lil bitch, don’t with me
You know I play for keeps, yeah

All I know is mack mack aMG, I had to grab
All I know is stack-stack
Bitch, you know I mastered that
Look, I ain’t goin’ for that
I was movin’ bowls for that
Twenty bands, show for that
Maybach, chauffeur that
Cuban link, few of that
My hood, good in that aMG race the Hellcat
Loud pack, know you smellin’ that
Got the bitch named
Phone call, ‘nother hunid bands
Hammer make a nigga runnin’ mad

Hey, bitch, hand me that
Alkaline water, please, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Magnum bottles all in my living room
Twelve hunid a piece, lil nigga, I am not you
Sippin’ on this matcha, sun’ slight
You should slide through
Recede in the back of the Benz
I really spent two

Brand new AMG, I got it out the streets, huh
Your bitch wanna lay with me
I tell her pay the fee
She mad she cannot get away with me
I make her bleed her feet, huh
Lil bitch, don’t play with me
You know I play for keeps, yeah
Brand new AMG, I got it out the streets, huh
Your bitch wanna lay with me
I tell her pay the fee
She mad she cannot get away with me
I make her bleed her feet, huh
Lil bitch, don’t play with me
You know I play for keeps, yeah