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Artiste : Lil GotIt
Titre : New Strain
[Money Man]
I´ll do time if the car get searched
I just got made ´em, now she blessed
I just got the trap spot in Treecrest

[Money Man]
I just want the vibe between your legs, yeah
No swipes, but a nigga got bread, yeah
Psychology, I just want head, yeah
Nigga try and rob me, he a dead man
I´ma put the stick to his head, man
Lil´ mama, what´s your name?
I just caught a play inside the Range
Frequently at the gun range
Had to go switch up my aim
Burnin´ on brand new strain
Why a nigga up, nigga strange
I done made plenty mistakes
Got bales in the Ford Escape
Took them bags state to state
I just bought a new estate
All my cars up to date
Sorry, lil´ mama, no date, yeah

And I´m gettin´ bags off faith, yeah
These niggas love to envy, no DJ
And I got pounds on the plane, yeah, PJ
Runnin´ to the racks, no relay
These niggas sweet like cheesecake
Can´t trust niggas, they grimy
Can´t trust niggas, they slimy

[Money Man]
New AP for my timing
VVS stone my diamonds
80K on me, ain´t get it from rhyming
I don´t need a voucher, no cosigner
I don´t wanna talk to none of these liars
Shawty my rock like motherfuckin´ Plies
I just want the energy between your thighs
I´ll put the red beam between your eyes
Walkin´ out the bank and a nigga all smiles

I just bought a mansion to raise my child
I just put the diamonds in place of my dial
Quartz on the counter and the flood that towel
I just met Jimmy and fuck with D-Child
And we finna mail a couple packages out
Took her to the pent´ and I beat her back out
Hit her so long that she had to tap out

[Money Man]
I just wanna vibe between your legs, yeah
No swipes, but a nigga got bread, yeah
Psychology, I just want head, yeah
Nigga try and rob me, he a dead man
I´ma put the stick to his head, man
Lil´ mama, what´s your name?
I just caught a play inside the Range
Frequently at the gun range
Had to go switch up my aim

Burnin´ on brand new strain
Why a nigga up, nigga strange
I done made plenty mistakes
Got bales in the Ford Escape
Took them bags state to state
I just bought a new estate
All my cars up to date
Sorry, lil´ mama, no date, yeah
And I´m gettin´ bags off faith, yeah
These niggas love to envy, no DJ
And I got pounds on the plane, yeah, PJ
Runnin´ to the racks, no relay
These niggas sweet like cheesecake
Can´t trust niggas, they grimy
Can´t trust niggas, they slimy

[Lil Gotit]
Your main ho, yeah, it´s too slimy (She slimy)

Fuck one time, ain´t cuffin´ no thotty (One time)
High water, got Chanel lining (High water)
Kid-kid got the heart of a lion (Kid-kid)
I got a brain, put a bitch out the door (Let´s go)
Big racks and a bag full of locs (Rack-racks)
These cap ass niggas ain´t goin´
And my chopper got an autotune
Got the rocket in the gold Gucci boots (Doon doon)
All cream, yeah, I bought them too (All cream)
Homie say he tryna take that ooh (What?)
I´ma clean his ass faster than food (Let´s go)
They tryna set shit up, I´ma go´n hit him up
Neighbors, I´ma send it, had to give it to the Lord
You keep on tryin´, they gon´ give up
And Stick Baby, know he gon´ take you, no

I don´t even wan´ take it there
For my son, I´ll take it there
For these riches, I´ll take it there
On the way home, I´ma make it there (Let´s go)
AP shine but I don´t even know the time (Damn, that´s crazy)
Yeah, grind, spend a hundred, block my mind
Like LeBron, I´m in my prime (Prime)
Bite the hand that feed you, you slime
That snot, I can show you a slime (On God)
They gon´ know when a nigga start slidin´ (Let´s go)

[Money Man]
Had to go switch up my aim
Burnin´ on brand new strain
Why a nigga up, nigga strange
I done made plenty mistakes

Got bales in the Ford Escape
Took them bags state to state
I just bought a new estate
All my cars up to date
Sorry, lil´ mama, no date, yeah
And I´m gettin´ bags off faith, yeah
These niggas love to envy, no DJ
And I got pounds on the plane, yeah, PJ
Runnin´ to the racks, no relay
These niggas sweet like cheesecake
Can´t trust niggas, they grimy
Can´t trust niggas, they slimy