Young Chop - New Money lyrics

[Hook: Ca$h Out] We grindin' out here, tryna get that new money I'm doin' my thang, get you money Feedin' all my n***as, that's that crew money [Verse 1: Ca$h Out] A n***a cashed out, no I'm back again f** a b**h, tell the ho run, get all your friends (Yeah!) Nine times outta ten, I'm finna leave wit' a ten Scooped up a chick named Nina, there's a Nina on my waist No time to waste, never settle in with a good b**h See me rolling in the 'Rari, n***as know I'm hood rich Fiends limpin' up, gotta chop up a few bricks She she me bust out the Maserati, no she wanna kick it like Karate Party with the molly, now these n***as pa**in' out I'm on they radar, now I'm smashin' out All these n***as said I was done after Cashin' Out Bags full'a scrilla, before I got the deal I got a milli I ain't gotta say nothing, guarantee your girl leave with me On one and I'm leanin, that's my country grammar, call me Nelly Floyd Mayweather, front row seats I'm feelin' like LeBron, don't make me bust this heat [Hook: Ca$h Out] We grindin' out here, tryna get that new money I'm doin' my thang, get you money Feedin' all my n***as, that's that crew money [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Never let my net worth sit, born hustlers fiendin' fot that new money Absolute power in a n***a horizion, comin' for the the Maloof money You accidental murderers, a collective of tourists Pay dues, my sniper'll put an end to your nuisance Only time I been round C.O.'s was in the pen Straight out the projects, thank the Lord for the pen MasterMind my next project, n***as got one eye open f** the fame, stress got my paranoid These six figure syllables, fingerprints on a hundred mil' A n***a's life the only unpaid debt, all my Miami n***as know how that feel Coacine over the blue flame, better keep my eyes peeled 5 lP's drooped, still f**in' with crime because crime pays Ricky Ross, the Teflon Don, I'll never change my ways Tical blunts, hoes get John Blazed Living thanks to Reagan, no love for b**h n***as Seein' my ambitions in front of my eyes, your clique cliche, all lies [Hook: Ca$h Out] We grindin' out here, tryna get that new money I'm doin' my thang, get you money Feedin' all my n***as, that's that crew money [Outro: Ca$h Out] Bad b**hes, that's who I'm with Sunroof, all the hoes love that sh** What a n***a gon' cop next? k**in' all the competition, Ca$h winnin' every contest