Lil' Wayne

Lil' Wayne - Brand New lyrics

rate me

Ya

UH HUH

Ridin' 'round the city with some brand new heat

Brand new car, brand new feet

Brand new seats, brand new smell, put out the roach, light a brand new L

Fuck you bitch, I'm actin' brand new

Fuck you bitch, my shirt brand new

Fuck you bitch, my shoes brand new

Fuck you bitch, I'm actin' brand new

I'm cold like a midnight 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 mattress, money in the attic

Money on my mind, money is my habit

Stay on the grind until the money's automatic

Bitch I love money I'm a fucking fanactic

All day strapped grip tight, graspin'

Say what? Who me? Click-Clack, blast 'em

Chrome 24's tires thin like napkins

Gotta ride big cuz i am like a captain

You know i'm a boss, chillen, relaxin

Probably in my office, doin' my taxes

You little niggas so not in my bracket,

And I don't even have time to practice

I got ice, ridiculous price

Your camera has never saw a picture this nice (Hmm)

I'm fishin and the bitches will bite

It's prolly cuz my game is fixin in tight, Right

I'm fuckin every bad bitch twice

And if she does'nt wear panties then I'll fuck her on sight

I'm nasty like spice

I know what she likes

I can make a black women scream like she white

I can make a white women scream like Mike

But before she start singin', she gotta check my Mic

Niggas just hatin'

And I dun lost sight

It's like i don't see 'em I only see the night

You talkin that shit but you boys just hype

I hope you bring a gun to the fight Aight?

Louis V tennis shoes, big brown stripe

You think you fresh, Nigga I'm ripe

Brand new coupe, drivin' crazy then the mother's

Sittin' low in the seats with the burner sittin' under

Got my tank top toppe on it

Prolly ain't summer

But I ride like that cuz I'm hotter than the others

Damn, theres no keepin up with the brother man

I can spell my name in burnt rubber

I'm gone

Leave me alone

Now the dog is at supper

You can wash my plate an put it back in the cupboard

I'm so far ahead of them suckers

Im gonna have to start rappin' in numbers

I promise the flows don't stop they come rappin like thunder

I bet you hide under your covers

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