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new money - ot7 quanny lyrics

[verse 1: ot7 quanny]
i got good credit in the streets, yeah n*ggas zero down
i was the neighborhood hot boy, i’m the hero now
i was taking risks before i wrote a rap
i picked 20 that smelled the best and then i brought ’em back
i really got mines from the dirt, these n*ggas bought they name
i sent money to the jails before i bought my chain
150 in all cash, i still ain’t got no deal
they keep saying i’m the ticket, i’m in the projects still
i need 75 hundred before the party start
i got ptsd, don’t put the car in park
what you n*ggas know ’bout bunk beds and projеct heat
dummy be done caught a hеadshot, thought that i was sweet
all i gotta do, press a b*tton, yea i’m bossed up
when them rappers come to the city, them n*ggas call us
i’m in that brand new benz, it feel like i’m outer sp*ce
me and broski back to back, i think he tryna race
n*gga try reach for my jewels, then ima light the fully
christian dior, yea this ain’t no f*ckin’ nike hoodie
i would’ve been smoked bishop, f*ck was wrong with quincy
yea my name sosa, you can call me benji

[bridge: ot7 quanny]
yea i hope you ready, you just gotta hold it steady
they hit his cap and now his face a bowl of spaghetti
[verse 2: ot7 quanny]
all that dissin’ ain’t gon’ get you signed
you really selfish, leave ya mommy and ya kids behind
i ain’t never goin’ broke, i got the bricky lined
yea i’m the youngest turnt up, the whole city mine
i was out there in that war, you know it’s life or death
gun smoke and bl**dy showers, sh*t you might get wet
love my sons to death, yea they the reason i keep goin’
you get 2 for 81, yea n*gga i’m t. owens
before i rapped, was at the table sittin’ with josé
i showed granny a buck 50, she like it’s no way

[verse 3: gt]
pass me a pill so i can get activated
4 door, big drop, rims go backwards, skating
am i holdin’ all chanel, takin’ airy flavor
p*ssy ass rap n*gga got whacked for fakin’
heard you broke ass n*ggas lackin’ paper
put so much money on your head, we had yo momma thinkin’
got hit with that switch, that mean them n*ggas spanked ’em
we shoot them 308s, you might just die if they graze you
for real, yeah
like a brand new pair of shoes, man them boys will lace you
heard you can’t come back to the hood, we chillin’ in here, sp*ceships
and i ain’t even f*ck yo b*tch, but she got a facial
and i cut the b*tch off, she wasn’t even grateful
straps got heat trackers, man them b*tches chase you
snuck a philly in the club, them shots don’t need no chaser
we walk in, switched the mood ‘cuz i walked in with takers
[outro: gt]
we walk in, switched the mood ‘cuz i walked in with takers

- ot7 quanny lyrics

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