New Rich - Chad Da Don, Locnville

Look at my drip, it’s crazy

The gold on my wrist 'bout eighty

I gotta get lit, I’m faded

And you thought that I couldn’t make it

Roll up, postin', smoked out, yeah yeah

Slow down, bad bitch, go down, yeah yeah

New rich, no kids, ball out, yeah yeah

New vogue, new rich, roll out, yeah yeah

Don’t fuck with me I’m a superstar

You can find me where the shooters are

Got no time for love, just a booty call

'Cause I never wish on a shooting star

Shout out to God, you’re the greatest

She laid down on my bed, she naked

Took a picture of me and she framed it

Told myself when you hit it, you ace it

Smoking this kush on the daily

You smoking this good on occasion

This other bitch sent me location

I told her let’s see if I make it

Bringing the heat, all for the team

I just might run up a cheque

Hundred degrees, fucking with me

I just might let out the tape

You’re really weak, cannot compete

Bitch better show me respect

I know some sheiks

Fucking with me and you don’t know nothing 'bout them

Look at my drip, it’s crazy

The gold on my wrist 'bout eighty

I gotta get lit, I’m faded

And you thought that I couldn’t make it

Roll up, postin', smoked out, yeah yeah

Slow down, bad bitch, go down, yeah yeah

New rich, no kids, ball out, yeah yeah

New vogue, new rich, roll out, yeah yeah

I’ve been on a roller coaster, riding seventy

I’ve been smoking on this dope

That’s why my eyes are getting lean

I’ve been focused only on the outcomes?

I’m just stacking all this money up to spite the enemy

I’m not buying all the bullshit that you keep on selling me

Roll me up and toast, see, I’m what they pretend to be

Counting all my blessing, yeah, look what life is getting me

Rolling 'til the sun goes down, I’m like a better me

Look at my drip, it’s crazy

The gold on my wrist 'bout eighty

I gotta get lit, I’m faded

And you thought that I couldn’t make it

Roll up, postin', smoked out, yeah yeah

Slow down, bad bitch, go down, yeah yeah

New rich, no kids, ball out, yeah yeah

New vogue, new rich, roll out, yeah yeah

Show me those stacks like luggage pile

If they don’t flip now they’ll come around

I know how it sounds, we’re just helping out

You can’t ask me something I know nothing 'bout

Baby lick you lips, you should count it out

Got so many bottle, brought the town to the house

We’re gonna go for the?

two shit

This' what you do when you know your nuvo new rich

Look at my drip, it’s crazy

The gold on my wrist 'bout eighty

I gotta get lit, I’m faded

And you thought that I couldn’t make it

Roll up, postin', smoked out, yeah yeah

Slow down, bad bitch, go down, yeah yeah

New rich, no kids, ball out, yeah yeah

New vogue, new rich, roll out, yeah yeah