"New Clothes" lyrics
Man
(Gang, gang, gang)
Hahaha, I'm bout to cry dawg
(I'm busy)
(Man fuck that shit)
I'm too cold on 'em (what)
Got two hoes on me
I'm sippin' by myself
A junkie gettin' lonely (ooh)
I'm goin' on shoppin sprees
Puttin' new clothes on me (why?)
I'm rich with no diploma
I used to be broke, no longer (yeah)
I pour so dark, it's spooky, shit just scare me half to death (boo)
Got racks in all my pockets, held my pants up like a belt
This bitch with me so bad, I'm givin her cash, clear her debt (shh)
I don't care about no [?] nigga, my stash gettin' fat (nigga my stash gettin' fat)
They just made one call I'm movin' a hundred bags with no help (bags with no help)
I done ran my check so long, I'm havin' to ask money tax
How the fuck you love that hoe? She gettin' that head for racks (huh?)
You know I'm tryna fuck, Chrome Heart got sex on the path
Bitch I ain't got no problems, playin' with me, then they're suicidal (yeah)
Pills they got me wild, I'm tryna fuck the bitch that bring the bottle (yeah)
I'm just like a model, I'm too wavy like I'm from Bahamas (what?)
Maximus designer cup so dirty it's with me in the shower
I'm too cold on 'em (huh?)
Got two hoes on me (nigga)
I'm goin on shoppin' sprees
Puttin' new clothes on me (I do)
I'm sippin' by myself
That junkie gettin' lonely (that junkie by himself)
I'm rich with no diploma
I used to be broke, no longer
Them boys ain't got no conscious
Spin yo bend to shoot yo momma
My plug he really a farmer [?]
My bitch a supermodel she only nasty when we [?] (eughh)
I really could blow a [?] it make me mad when niggas be frontin' (really mad)
I really be laughing at you, niggas is jokes like [?]
She thinkin' I'm handsome now cuz I was [?]
I'm givin' her cash making her greater swag I'm her [?] (who?)
I'm wearing this fashion came with Euro tags it's from Paris
I'm switching the roster traded all my average for the bad bitches
I'm cutttin off all my ties you saying too much hatin' ass shit
My uncle straight out the feds, he servin' still that nigga a savage
I'm candy paintin' cars like Pimp my Ride I'm not Xzibit
I'm too cold on 'em (nigga)
Got two hoes on me (what?)
I'm goin on shoppin' sprees
Puttin' new clothes on me (stop, stop playin')
I'm sippin' by myself
That junkie gettin' lonely
I'm rich with no diploma
I used to be broke, no longer nigga
Gang, gang you know what the fuck goin' on
[?]
(Gang, gang, gang)
Hahaha, I'm bout to cry dawg
(I'm busy)
(Man fuck that shit)
I'm too cold on 'em (what)
Got two hoes on me
I'm sippin' by myself
A junkie gettin' lonely (ooh)
I'm goin' on shoppin sprees
Puttin' new clothes on me (why?)
I'm rich with no diploma
I used to be broke, no longer (yeah)
I pour so dark, it's spooky, shit just scare me half to death (boo)
Got racks in all my pockets, held my pants up like a belt
This bitch with me so bad, I'm givin her cash, clear her debt (shh)
I don't care about no [?] nigga, my stash gettin' fat (nigga my stash gettin' fat)
They just made one call I'm movin' a hundred bags with no help (bags with no help)
I done ran my check so long, I'm havin' to ask money tax
How the fuck you love that hoe? She gettin' that head for racks (huh?)
You know I'm tryna fuck, Chrome Heart got sex on the path
Bitch I ain't got no problems, playin' with me, then they're suicidal (yeah)
Pills they got me wild, I'm tryna fuck the bitch that bring the bottle (yeah)
I'm just like a model, I'm too wavy like I'm from Bahamas (what?)
Maximus designer cup so dirty it's with me in the shower
I'm too cold on 'em (huh?)
Got two hoes on me (nigga)
I'm goin on shoppin' sprees
Puttin' new clothes on me (I do)
I'm sippin' by myself
That junkie gettin' lonely (that junkie by himself)
I'm rich with no diploma
I used to be broke, no longer
Them boys ain't got no conscious
Spin yo bend to shoot yo momma
My plug he really a farmer [?]
My bitch a supermodel she only nasty when we [?] (eughh)
I really could blow a [?] it make me mad when niggas be frontin' (really mad)
I really be laughing at you, niggas is jokes like [?]
She thinkin' I'm handsome now cuz I was [?]
I'm givin' her cash making her greater swag I'm her [?] (who?)
I'm wearing this fashion came with Euro tags it's from Paris
I'm switching the roster traded all my average for the bad bitches
I'm cutttin off all my ties you saying too much hatin' ass shit
My uncle straight out the feds, he servin' still that nigga a savage
I'm candy paintin' cars like Pimp my Ride I'm not Xzibit
I'm too cold on 'em (nigga)
Got two hoes on me (what?)
I'm goin on shoppin' sprees
Puttin' new clothes on me (stop, stop playin')
I'm sippin' by myself
That junkie gettin' lonely
I'm rich with no diploma
I used to be broke, no longer nigga
Gang, gang you know what the fuck goin' on
[?]
