And on the cool check-in Center stage on the mic And we're puttin it on wax It's the new style![Royce Da 5'9"] New money, quite powerful mic module Green ducats, black models, white bottles Packed house, you lookin at the wrong ***** Long digits, 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 *****es that's so into me A couple you might've ****ed before, mentally I don't snitch, furthermore I tour {?} 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[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" (Iyana Dean)]{"New! New!"}[Royce] I'm soundin like new money to me, {"New"} money to me[Royce] {"New"} money to me, {"New"} money to me[Iyana] You shinin like new money to me, {"New"} money to me[Iyana] {"New"} money to me, {"New"} money to me[Royce] Whoa![Royce Da 5'9"] No iller, flow realer, go-rilla I'm no killa, **** dealer, I'm so Dilla[Interlude: Iyana Dean] 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![Royce - during Interlude] Lighters, cell phones, whatever you got Put it up in the sky for the legendary J Dilla y'all Lights high![Royce Da 5'9"] Uhh, you hoes can bring it, old school chosen EnglishFrozen bling and throw-in singles Y'all ******, 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 asswhen I was born, my momma ***** had the new car smell[Chorus][Royce Da 5'9"] With no booth, the flow through, I'm so truth I'm sittin in pudding right now, I'm so +Proof+[Interlude][Royce - during Interlude] One more time, hands in the AIR!For the legendary, Proof!Detroit baby, lights high![Royce Da 5'9"] Uhh, Lord willin, 2 Pac 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 FranklinsI 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!) Gentlemen's bet, no gentleman 'bout this Non-regional dialect and outfit I'm on my West, Midwest, East, South **** I'm all about chips, with my swallow mouth ***** Signin out, P.S. (Slaughterhouse) *****!![Chorus]{"New! New! New!"}[Interlude][Iyana] Icewood
And on the cool check-in Center stage on the mic And we're puttin it on wax It's the new style![Royce Da 5'9"] New money, quite powerful mic module Green ducats, black models, white bottles Packed house, you lookin at the wrong ***** Long digits, 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 *****es that's so into me A couple you might've ****ed before, mentally I don't snitch, furthermore I tour {?} 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[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" (Iyana Dean)]{"New! New!"}[Royce] I'm soundin like new money to me, {"New"} money to me[Royce] {"New"} money to me, {"New"} money to me[Iyana] You shinin like new money to me, {"New"} money to me[Iyana] {"New"} money to me, {"New"} money to me[Royce] Whoa![Royce Da 5'9"] No iller, flow realer, go-rilla I'm no killa, **** dealer, I'm so Dilla[Interlude: Iyana Dean] 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![Royce - during Interlude] Lighters, cell phones, whatever you got Put it up in the sky for the legendary J Dilla y'all Lights high![Royce Da 5'9"] Uhh, you hoes can bring it, old school chosen EnglishFrozen bling and throw-in singles Y'all ******, 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 asswhen I was born, my momma ***** had the new car smell[Chorus][Royce Da 5'9"] With no booth, the flow through, I'm so truth I'm sittin in pudding right now, I'm so +Proof+[Interlude][Royce - during Interlude] One more time, hands in the AIR!For the legendary, Proof!Detroit baby, lights high![Royce Da 5'9"] Uhh, Lord willin, 2 Pac 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 FranklinsI 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!) Gentlemen's bet, no gentleman 'bout this Non-regional dialect and outfit I'm on my West, Midwest, East, South **** I'm all about chips, with my swallow mouth ***** Signin out, P.S. (Slaughterhouse) *****!![Chorus]{"New! New! New!"}[Interlude][Iyana] Icewood
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