
Brand New Lil Wayne
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[Intro]
Yeah, uh-huh
Come on, yep
Mmmhmm, bells
Yeah, hmhmhmm
Let's go
[Hook]
Riding '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, yeah
[Verse 1]
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 money's automatic
Bitch, I love money, I'm a fucking fanatic
Always strapped, gripped-tight, graspin'
Say what? Who, me? (Click-clack) Blast 'em
Chrome 24's, tires thin like napkins
Got to ride big 'cause I am like a captain
You know I'm a boss; chillin', relaxin'
Probably in my office, doing my taxes
You little niggas so not in my bracket
And I don't even have time to practice
Yeah, uh-huh
Come on, yep
Mmmhmm, bells
Yeah, hmhmhmm
Let's go
[Hook]
Riding '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, yeah
[Verse 1]
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 money's automatic
Bitch, I love money, I'm a fucking fanatic
Always strapped, gripped-tight, graspin'
Say what? Who, me? (Click-clack) Blast 'em
Chrome 24's, tires thin like napkins
Got to ride big 'cause I am like a captain
You know I'm a boss; chillin', relaxin'
Probably in my office, doing my taxes
You little niggas so not in my bracket
And I don't even have time to practice
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