[Chorus: FN DaDealer]
Ayy, new year, new money
I'm still counting old hundreds
I just play my role, I can't control how these hoes coming
He fresh off parole, he told them folks that he don't know nothing
I cut off my bro 'cause he was bold, that nigga stole from me
Slatt 'em, leave his nose running
This my bro gunning
I ran up a hundred racks like it was nothing
They say, "Why you still be hustling?"
They ask why I still be thugging
They ask how I came from nothing
I ain't come this far for nothing (Let's do it)
[Verse 1: FN DaDealer]
Fuck that shit, I came from nothing
Made six figures, I ain't twenty-one
I'm the same nigga from the same block
Still running 'round with thеm hand Glocks
I done ran it up, nigga ran out
Said they had a plan, they ain't plan out
Shе was fucking with me, she a fan now
I'm real stepper, bring a band out
I'm getting new money every day, literally
They tryna do what I do, that's mini me
I got lil' bro on the back, make him get on your ass, he'll light this bitch up like a Christmas tree
They making posts on the 'Gram, they don't mention me
I'm getting paid, I don't care 'bout who dissing me
They throwing shots but ain't none of 'em hitting me (Nah, literally)
Ayy, new year, new money
I'm still counting old hundreds
I just play my role, I can't control how these hoes coming
He fresh off parole, he told them folks that he don't know nothing
I cut off my bro 'cause he was bold, that nigga stole from me
Slatt 'em, leave his nose running
This my bro gunning
I ran up a hundred racks like it was nothing
They say, "Why you still be hustling?"
They ask why I still be thugging
They ask how I came from nothing
I ain't come this far for nothing (Let's do it)
[Verse 1: FN DaDealer]
Fuck that shit, I came from nothing
Made six figures, I ain't twenty-one
I'm the same nigga from the same block
Still running 'round with thеm hand Glocks
I done ran it up, nigga ran out
Said they had a plan, they ain't plan out
Shе was fucking with me, she a fan now
I'm real stepper, bring a band out
I'm getting new money every day, literally
They tryna do what I do, that's mini me
I got lil' bro on the back, make him get on your ass, he'll light this bitch up like a Christmas tree
They making posts on the 'Gram, they don't mention me
I'm getting paid, I don't care 'bout who dissing me
They throwing shots but ain't none of 'em hitting me (Nah, literally)
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