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new money - z-ro lyrics

[intro]
(f-ck it up!)
wow

[verse 1]
if i got this and i got that, then i got it all (then i got it all)
i ain’t worried ’bout what the price tag say, not at all (n-gga, not at all)
when a hater run up (hater run up), you know i’ma catch a body y’all (catch a body y’all)
never giving a f-ck (gangsta), you know i’d never lie to y’all (aha)
they say “ro ain’t this and ro ain’t that,” but ro be gettin’ money, yeah they think i’m uneducated, i’m a millionaire, so tell me am i a dummy?
no limit to what i would do for my children, gotta keep food in they tummy
don’t make me murder one of you motherf-ckers thinkin’ you gon’ run up on me and try to take somethin’ from me
i ain’t gonna do it, i’ma pay to have ya took out like the trash motherf-cker, like the last motherf-cka
you know i’m playin’, i’ma do it by myself, there go your head, there go your chest, there go your cash motherf-cka
the mentality of somebody with a check is what ya dealin’ wit’, grown man, i ain’t never f-ckin’ wit’ that silly sh-t
remember when i was broke, couldn’t get you to say “h-llo,” now you wanna be under me ’cause i got dividends, ol’ n-gga on the loose b-tch

[chorus]
ol’ n-gga on the loose with that new money
young n-gga on the loose with a buncha new money
bad b-tch on the loose with a buncha new money
i’m the boss, that mean i tell them n-gga what to do for me
i was born with nothin’ so i gotta die with everything
see i was down so long, look how to the good lord bless me mane
i’ma ball outta control until these haters come get me mane
i’ma ball outta control until these haters come get me mane
new money

[verse 2]
let’s see if i could still do it like a young n-gga, f-ck wit’ me, ya better have ya gun wit’ ya
so light ya scared, talkin’ ’bout all my people that done hung wit’ ya, get rid of you and whoever come wit’ ya
yeah, i’m a rich n-gga b-tch, i got some playful -ss k!llas that will entertain you, have some fun wit’ ya
my n-gga, i’m sendin’ every type of bullet they ever made your way and when i send ’em at every one hit ya
hundred grand in the front seat and one in the back, don’t mind me, i’m just havin’ fun with a band
don’t mind me, i’m just havin’ flashbacks of when i had to sleep in the park, i’m havin’ fun with a band
and every time i spend a hundred grand and my b-tches sayin’ they ain’t never gon’ be sh-t, i’m havin’ fun with a band
gimme all these, and all these, and all these too, don’t give a f-ck what size, i’m havin’ fun with a band
and even though i fought that case, ya know a n-gga could’ve bought that case, don’t really give a f-ck about that case
i kept my money in my pocket, didn’t touch it, had god wit’ me, so there ain’t no way i could’ve lost that case
i got fronted a hundred thousand dollars, it was s’posed to be mo’ than that, the n-gga wasn’t trippin’ though
middle man -ss made me put a hit on you, they pull up wit’ the spitta, spit on you, ya drippin’ hoe, b-tch i’m on the loose

- z ro lyrics

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