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Chorus
Ridin round the city wit some brand new heat
Brand new car, brand new feet
Brand new seats,brand new smell
Put out the roach and lite a brand new L
F**k u bitch Im actin brand new
F**k u bitch my shirt brand new
F**k u bitch my shoes brand new
F**k u bitch Im actin brand new
Im cold like a midnite in aspen
I am the president and the assassin
Cameras on, big lights action
Welcome to the show I am the main attraction
Money in the matress money in the attic
Money on my mind, money is my habit
Stay on my grind, until moneys automatic
Bitch I love money Imma fukin fanatic
Always strap, grip tight graspin
Say wat, who me, clit clat blast em
Chrom 24s tires thin like napkins
Gotta ride big cuz I am like, a captin
U know imma boss chillin relaxin
Probably in my office doin my taxes
U lil niggas so not in my bracket
And I dont even have time to practice
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Ridin round the city wit some brand new heat
Brand new car, brand new feet
Brand new seats,brand new smell
Put out the roach and lite a brand new L
F**k u bitch Im actin brand new
F**k u bitch my shirt brand new
F**k u bitch my shoes brand new
F**k u bitch Im actin brand new
Actin rediculous price, ur camra has never saw a picture this nice
Im fishin and the bitches will bite
Its probably because my game is fixer than tite, rite
Im f**kin every bad bitch twice
And if she doesnt wear panties then I f**k her on site
Im nasty like spice, I know what she likes
I can make a black woman scream like she white
I can make a white woman scream like mike
But before she start singin she gotta check my mic
Niggas just hatin and I don lost site
Its like I dont see the I only see the lite
Talkin that shit but u boys just hype
I hope you bring a gun to the fight, iight
Louie v tennis shoes big brown stripe
You think fresh, shit nigga im ripe
Chorus
Ridin round the city wit some brand new heat
Brand new car, brand new feet
Brand new seats,brand new smell
Put out the roach and lite a brand new L
F**k u bitch Im actin brand new
F**k u bitch my shirt brand new
F**k u bitch my shoes brand new
F**k u bitch Im actin brand new
Brand new coop drivin crazy than the mutha
Im low in the seat with the burner sittin under
Got my tin toptop down it probly ain summa
But I ride like th cuz im hotta than the others
Dam there aint no keeping up wit the brotha
Man i could spell my name in burnt rubba
Im gone, leave me alone
Now the dog is at suppa
You can wash my plate and put it back in the cupboard
Im so far ahead of them suckas
Imma have start rappin in numbers
I promise the flows wont stop it come rappin like thunda
I bet ull hide under ur covers
Chorus
Ridin round the city wit some brand new heat
Brand new car, brand new feet
Brand new seats,brand new smell
Put out the roach and lite a brand new L
F**k u bitch Im actin brand new
F**k u bitch my shirt brand new
F**k u bitch my shoes brand new
F**k u bitch Im actin brand new
