"New Cash" lyrics

I ran up a hunnid
So, why would I stop there?
Outside it get cold, yeah
I need me a Moncler
I won't buy her nothing
My neck and wrist bussin'
Yeah, come to the dinner table I could serve you a hunnid
YSL jeans too tight ain't doing no runnin'
Mouth sealed she don't say nothin'
Yeah, and my new bitch spoiled as hell get what she want
Tryin' not to pop it I'm so addicted to stuntin'
Hell yeah, I do what I want

I need new cash, or I don't show up
I don't go outside if I'm tore up
Got some fine shit tyin' my shoes
Got some fine shit rollin' my blunt
I got some thick shit up in my cup
I got some thick shit next to my squad
Yeah, I'm so fly I'm puttin' it on
I get so high I do what I want

I turn any verse to my song, and I kill it fasho (Let's do it)
Left out with that bitch and her best friend
But I can't take 'em both back to my home (Oh, hi)
Just cut me a check or the envelope and I might just pop out to your show (I might)
Mike Tyson, okay, yeah, I bite
I fucked up her back
Then sent her right back
Ay, she know how to ride ride like a bike
We don't do the ra-ra it's on sight
No rules we abide by get fox-fived
And every time that we droppin' it go viral
If she your bitch but fucking with me, I don't think she the right hoe
I don't answer her calls or her texts, send that bitch in a spiral
I turn any verse to my song, and I kill it fasho (Let's do it)
Left out with that bitch and her best friend
But I can't take 'em both back to my home
Outside it get cold, yeah
I need me a Moncler
I won't buy her nothing
My neck and wrist bussin'

I need new cash, or I don't show up
I don't go outside if I'm tore up
Got some fine shit tyin' my shoes
Got some fine shit rollin' my blunt
I got some thick shit up in my cup
I got some thick shit next to my squad
Yeah, I'm so fly I'm puttin' it on'
I get so high I do what I want