Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah (It's the real gang, lil' bitch) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah (Ha), yeah (Ha) [Chorus] I came with a new level (Level) The Rollie got busted, got a new bezel (Yeah) My bitch got a bag, got a new booty (Booty) I'm countin' this money, not new to it (Nah) I'm fuckin' this money up (I'm fuckin' this money up) I'm fuckin' this money up (I'm fuckin' this money up) Huh, I'm turnin' this money up (I'm turnin' this money up) I sling on the bag like a tummy tuck (Yeah) This Yeezy on me 'til the death of me (Yеah) He wanna go up, he ain't done еnough (No) He say it get money, he cap a lot (Ha) He goin' to hell, now he burnin' up You not doin' shit, boy, the jig is up My credit so crazy, my limit up (Yeah, yeah) [Verse] Huh, I'm up in the plane but I'm still gettin' high I'm livin' too good but I still wanna die She still with her man and I still wonder why I fucked her one time and she losin' her mind You wanna get rich but do you wanna ride? I can tell you be lyin', I'm readin' your eyes I ain't readin' no text, I be readin' your vibe I ain't stunt on nobody, I'm livin' my life (Ha) And these niggas ain't shit, they be tryna go stunt Why the fuck you be leavin' your house with no gun? If you broke then I know that you havin' no fun I can't pick up my wallet, it's weighin' a ton I ain't trippin' 'bout bitches, I'm havin' a bunch I remember them days, wasn't havin' no lunch A's in school but I'm still goin' dumb (Yeah) Paid in full, all the hunnids, I thumb (Yeah) I ain't sayin' too much, it ain't no one I trust (Ha) He gon' shoot it one time, it ain't takin' too much (Ha) I got niggas in prison, they seein' the sun (Ha) I got niggas that's hungry, ain't ate in a month (Ha) Shit too easy, niggas gon' hate, deep down, wanna be me And that bitch gon' block me, still gon' see me And these hoes ain't shit, she still gon' leave me (It's the real gang, lil' bitch, haha) [Chorus] I came with a new level (Level) The Rollie got busted, got a new bezel (Yeah) My bitch got a bag, got a new booty (Booty) I'm countin' this money, not new to it (Nah) I'm fuckin' this money up (I'm fuckin' this money up) I'm fuckin' this money up (I'm fuckin' this money up) Huh, I'm turnin' this money up (I'm turnin' this money up) I sling on the bag like a tummy tuck (Yeah) This Yeezy on me 'til the death of me (Yeah) He wanna go up, he ain't done enough (No) He say it get money, he cap a lot (Ha) He goin' to hell, now he burnin' up You not doin' shit, boy, the jig is up My credit so crazy, my limit up