New Money - Spacejam Bo, YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Remember way back in the days

When homies they called me a junkie

I remember back in 7th grade

My teacher, she called me a flunkie

Don’t know how you getting paid

But imma go get me some money

And I’ll get new money, don’t know what to do money

Remember way back in the days

When homies they called me a junkie

I remember back in 7th grade

My teacher, she called me a flunkie

Don’t know how you getting paid

But imma go get me some money

And I’ll get new money, don’t know what to do money

I keep a gun on my side

A-A-Ask a lil bih «Wan ride?»

Thats a pole ready to slide

Tell em we gon be behind

I send a bar to yo head

Is go be a homicide

Have yo momma cryin'

Somebody son dying

Babygirl know I be lying

She say she luh me she lying

Tol her I take her home flying

My child want the world im buying

Want diamonds and pearls Im buying

Quite that jocien you nerds are lying

Milly rock on that curve me line

I remeber when 12 was spying

I was so homless was crying

Erbody had tol me stop trying

Now they wanna take pics I dont mind

I don’t trust you but gotta be kind

For my bro put my life on the line

Forever you know that im ridin

Forever you know that Im slidn

From that bag you can run but can’t hide

Remember way back in the days

When homies they called me a junkie

I remember back in 7th grade

My teacher, she called me a flunkie

Don’t know how you getting paid

But imma go get me some money

And I’ll get new money, don’t know what to do money

Remember way back in the days

When homies they called me a junkie

I remember back in 7th grade

My teacher, she called me a flunkie

Don’t know how you getting paid

But imma go get me some money

And I’ll get new money, don’t know what to do money

Old Money, New Money

I still got old hundreds

Six 0 Glock 40

I still walk widd it on me

I used to ask papa for money

If he had it, he gave me a 20

I used to steal cars

Now I thank the lord

I can walk around with a hundred large

From Rachet hoes to the Forein broads

I’m pullin' up in a foreign car

I’m just a street nigga

I stay with my pistol

I swear to god, that I am not a star

Was locked in that cell, going through hell

Remember I was countin' all them bars

Just for a twelve, I counted up twelve and I blow that shit with all my boys

This life that im livin

My bitches explicit I swea I came up from them trenches

You know I ain’t slippin' I stay with a glizzy

A nigga run up he ca get it

I completed my mission I played my role

Now nigga check out how im get it

See this shit where I play through the city

Ready ta die you know I ain’t trippin

Remember way back in the days

When homies they called me a junkie

I remember back in 7th grade

My teacher, she called me a flunkie

Don’t know how you getting paid

But imma go get me some money

And I’ll get new money, don’t know what to do money

Remember way back in the days

When homies they called me a junkie

I remember back in 7th grade

My teacher, she called me a flunkie

Don’t know how you getting paid

But imma go get me some money

And I’ll get new money, don’t know what to do money