New Day

Lyrics

[Intro] Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat [Verse 1: Louie Ray] It's a new day Let me count a dollar Confidence high, I feel like I can hit Rihanna I ain't new to chasing money, I've been out there, I done hit the bottles We the type to crack a new pint, let me hit the bottle Okay, we the type to crack a new pint, let me hit the bottle Behind the steering wheel, doing a hundred, tryna change the throttle Treat a bad bitch like dog shit, I change a model [Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG] Niggas'll nevеr have shit, they broke hard You gotta look mе in my eyes when you talking, I don't want Cartis Bitch, I'm getting real money, I don't go to parties Club been open for two hours, when you walked in, the show started I was tryna eat the bitch pussy, and the ho farted Then I put the bitch out the crib, now the ho walking Why you keep taking pictures of the pop? You don't pour fours on it? When it's war, I'm jumping out with sticks, I ain't do no talking Shoot first, ask questions later Two Perc's in a fresh eighter Call the plug, I'm tryna buy one of them things shaped like rectangles Why you shooting in the air? You tryna kill an angel? I just poured some straight drop in a Gatorade Mike walked out the room and I ate his plate Stop looking at me like that 'fore I break your face Lean got me with a beer belly, let me check my weight Tied a bitch up, then we fucked, that's a sex tape Dawg took an hour for his verse, that's his best eight He like, "It's too much lean in that pop", I'm like, "It's just eight" Bobblehead bitch suck so much dick, she need a neck brace [Verse 3: Louie Ray] Perc' 30, call them now or laters I think you should do a six, I can't do an eighter I do not approve the content, wish I could sue a hater Still got some pussy on the floor, but I'ma do her later How much you want for a verse? Why? Is you a payer? Ayy, Ri', let's hit the booth tonight do a seven dayer Was finna traid my Roley Was finna traid my Roley in for something else, but I'ma do it later Poured the pop damn near out, tryna taste the flavor Poured another one on top of ten, eleven grader I ain't here to help you when it's cold, Monclair maker I can't even break a bud of this this a air changer Worn down keeping up with me pure stair chaser Hoes want Off White too, the shoe lacer I be doing this by myself, but looking too tailored I still pull up and buy weed, off Taylor