New Money - Royce Da 5'9" feat Iyana Dean
[Intro: sample of Beastie Boys' "The New Style"]
And on the cool check-in
Center stage on the mic
And we're puttin it on wax
It's the new style!
[Royce Da 5'9"]
New money, quite powerful mic module
Green ducats, black models, white bottles
Packed house, you lookin at the wrong n_gga
Long digits, we can bet the farm who farm bigger
Once I go in my zone, I could leave my jewelry at home
I glow on my own, you can go in my phone
You gon' see some numbers of b_tches that's so into me
A couple you might've f_cked before, mentally
I don't snitch, furthermore I tour {?}
It's death before dishonor before misery
Let us know it - we don't make it rain no more
We pull out them dollars and let her throw it
We gettin new money, let us blow it
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" (Iyana Dean)]
{"New! New!"}
[Royce] I'm soundin like new money to me, {"New"} money to me
[Royce] {"New"} money to me, {"New"} money to me
[Iyana] You shinin like new money to me, {"New"} money to me
[Iyana] {"New"} money to me, {"New"} money to me
[Royce] Whoa!
[Royce Da 5'9"]
No iller, flow realer, go-rilla
I'm no killa, dope dealer, I'm so Dilla
[Interlude: Iyana Dean]
United we stand, divided we fall, let's pray
Any, legend, you know, we gon' miss you
Missing your life, turn up the lights
Lighters hiiiiiiiiiigh!
[Royce - during Interlude]
Lighters, cell phones, whatever you got
Put it up in the sky for the legendary J Dilla y'all
Lights high!
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Uhh, you hoes can bring it, old school chosen English
Frozen bling and throw-in singles
Y'all n_ggaz, pray that your babies come out havin good hair
I pray mines have all they toes and fingers
We are different, point blank, distant
It's just meant you rappin 'bout what I just spent
As far as hip-hop's concerned you all the same
A bunch of mohawks, skinny jeans and wallet chains
A bunch of dancin beefin street blogger lames
So don't get mad at the king if I should call your name
The new cartel - the doc pop the tag off my ass
when I was born, my momma p_ssy had the new car smell
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9"]
With no booth, the flow through, I'm so truth
I'm sittin in pudding right now, I'm so +Proof+
[Interlude]
[Royce - during Interlude]
One more time, hands in the AIR!
For the legendary, Proof!
Detroit baby, lights high!
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Uhh, Lord willin, 2Pac with more feelin
Your boy's a giant, I step the floor ceilin's
More drinkin, more spillin, poor thinkin
You keep it one hundred, I keep it more Franklins
I keep it one thousand
I keep, buyin and buyin, while you lookin around until you done browsin
Ha, I put my money where my mouth is (yes!)
Gentlemen's bet, no gentleman 'bout this
Non-regional dialect and outfit
I'm on my West, Midwest, East, South sh_t
I'm all about chips, with my swallow mouth b_tch
Signin out, P.S. (Slaughterhouse) B_TCH!!
[Chorus]
{"New! New! New!"}
[Interlude]
[Iyana] Icewood
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