Royce da 5'9", Iyanna Dean - New Money lyrics

And on the cool check-in
Center stage on the mic
And we're puttin it on wax
It's the new style!

New money, quite powerful mic module
Green ducats, black models, white bottles
Packed house, you lookin at the wrong nigga
Long digit's
We can bet the farm who farm bigger
Once I go in my zone
I could leave my jewelry at home
I glow on my own, you can go in my phone
You gon' see some numbers of
Bitches that's so into me
A couple you might've fucked before, mentally
I don't snitch, furthermore I tour typically
It's death before dishonor before misery
Let us know it - we don't
Make it rain no more
We pull out them dollars and let her throw it
We gettin new money, let us blow it
"New! New!"

No iller, flow realer, go-rilla
I'm no killa, dope dealer, I'm so Dilla

United we stand, divided we fall, let's pray
Any, legend, you know, we gon' miss you
Missing your life, turn up the lights
Lighters hiiiiiiiiiigh!

Lighters, cell phones, whatever you got
Put it up in the sky for
The legendary J Dilla y'all lights high!

Uhh, you hoes can bring it
Old school chosen English
Frozen bling and throw-in singles
Y'all niggas, pray that your babies come
Out havin good hair
I pray mines have all they toes and fingers
We are different, point blank, distant
It's just meant you rappin 'bout
What I just spent
As far as Hip-Hop's concerned
You all the same a bunch of mohawks
Skinny jeans and wallet chains
A bunch of dancin beefin street blogger lames
So don't get mad at the king
If I should call your name
The new cartel - the doc pop
The tag off my ass when I was born
My momma pussy had the new car smell
"New! New!"

With no booth, the flow through, I'm so truth
I'm sittin in pudding right now, I'm so Proof

United we stand, divided we fall, let's pray
Any, legend, you know, we gon' miss you
Missing your life, turn up the lights
Lighters hiiiiiiiiiigh!

One more time, hands in the AIR!
For the legendary, Proof!
Detroit baby, lights high!

Uhh, Lord willin, 2Pac with more feelin
Your boy's a giant, I step the floor ceilin's
More drinkin, more spillin, poor thinkin
You keep it one hundred
I keep it more Franklins
I keep it one thousand
I keep, buyin and buyin
While you lookin around until
You done browsin
Ha, I put my money where my mouth is (yes)
Gentleman's bet, no gentleman 'bout this
Non-regional dialect and outfit
I'm on my West, Midwest, East, South shit
I'm all about chips
With my swallow mouth bitch
Signin out, PS (Slaughterhouse) BITCH!
"New! New!"

"New! New! New!"

United we stand, divided we fall, let's pray
Any, legend, you know, we gon' miss you
Missing your life, turn up the lights
Lighters hiiiiiiiiiigh!