Georgia Anne Muldrow - New World Order (N.W.O) lyrics

[Produced by Ron Gilmore] [Intro] I swear it feel like a quarter to midnight Riding in Dis 5 Bumping my own sh**, bumping my own sh** Pedal to the floor, I ain't braking no more [Hook] And we get paid, that's off words And I been made, ho, that's my word Ho, that's my word This sh** is for life, N-W-O I ain't hitting you back, i'm done with you hoes N-W-O [Verse 1] Money growing farms, gotta get your figures up Gotta grow an arm 'fore you pull your n***as up Spend it on a bond money, you was savin' up And all they could respond is you never gave enough Everything gratuitous You don't want a pot to piss, you want a pool to piss Never taking it for granted like i'm new to this Keep my waitress heavy handed, f** my stewardess Who is this sick n***a? Jealousy a trait saved for you b**h n***as So wait b**h, hold up, get a hold of this n***a Just got out the meeting and they talking big figures But i'ma need more money than these drop a brick n***as Convos and commas, convos and K's If that's what you talking, ho, convos for days Sky so big, got condos in space Let's save the world, all in good taste [Hook] [Verse 2] I got us, a worth, that's the truest of it A bird lose itself worth, that's the Louie of it Why so materialistic, life will pa** you, egotistic It's how the universe work, that's the beauty of it Seen you from the first twerk, that's the booty of it Lately been so hedonistic, give me a**, don't need no friendship Living life, all my tickets copped one way And these b**hes all in my runway As of late, I drink and smoke everyday Hesitate, just another shot you never take Riding down the block in the Rari Tryna' squeeze two hoes besides me Six at the club, turned twelve at the hotel You would think these hoes Saimese And they got hommies, bodies And they roll l's if I let them ride shotty Cause that's all it would take Let's save the world, all in good taste [Hook] [Outro] Me? I'm too fly, y'all sweet, y'all n***as fruit flies Y'all speak, y'all n***as hoopla, y'all weak, y'all hoop ride I must be the coldest, walk up in the room (vroom) And ya b**h old, i'm looking for some new's I must be the coldest, walk up in the room (vroom) And ya b**h old, i'm looking for some new's