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letra de new money - fn dadealer

[chorus: fn dadealer]
ayy, new year, new money
i’m still counting old hunneds
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 n-gga stole from me
slatt ’em, leav his nose running
this my bro gunning
i ran up a hunned 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]
f-ck that sh-t, i came from nothing
made six figures, i ain’t twenty-one
i’m the same n-gga from the same block
still running ’round with them hand glocks
i donе run it up, n-gga ran out
said they had a plan, they ain’t plan out
she was f-cking with mе, 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 b-tch 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)
[chorus: fn dadealer]
ayy, new year, new money
i’m still counting old hunneds
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 n-gga stole from me
slatt ’em, leav his nose running
this my bro gunning
i ran up a hunned 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 2: lil manman]
i know they don’t like me now
i done changed my life around
b-tches wanna play wifey now
n-ggas play, we wipe ’em down
i crack all my cards for the key
they say that he from the jet to the street
i ain’t f-cking wit’ you, you ain’t f-cking wit’ me
we have that stick just to get what we need
know that’s a shame ’cause i’m doing my thing
i don’t give a f-ck, i got weight on the chain
now i’m going to miami, i’m from the trenches
they said i couldn’t, i went out and did it (oh)
i told lil’ fn, “i look like a k!ller”
he ain’t no rapper, that’s fn dadealer
i got a rich ho, she watching her figure
i got a fit and they watching the n-gga
[chorus: fn dadealer]
ayy, new year, new money
i’m still counting old hunneds
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 n-gga stole from me
slatt ’em, leav his nose running
this my bro gunning
i ran up a hunned 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)

- fn dadealer

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