- Royce Da 59" New Money 歌詞
- Royce Da 59"
- And on the cool check-in
Center stage on the mic
And were puttin it on wax
Its the new style![Royce Da 59']
New money, quite powerful mic module
Green ducats, black models, white bottles
Packed house, you lookin at the wrong nigga
Long digits, we can bet the farm who farm bigger
Once I go in my zone,
I could leave my jewelry at home
I glow on my own, you can go in my phone
You gon see some numbers of bitches thats so into me
A couple you mightve fucked before, mentally
I dont snitch, furthermore
I tour {?}
Its death before dishonor before misery
Let us know it - we dont make it rain no more
We pull out them dollars and let her throw it
We gettin new money, let us blow it[Chorus: Royce Da 59' (Iyana Dean)]{'New! New!'}[Royce]
Im soundin like new money to me, {'New'} money to me[Royce] {'New'} money to me, {'New'} money to me[Iyana]
You shinin like new money to me, {'New'} money to me[Iyana] {'New '} money to me, {'New'} money to me[Royce]
Whoa![Royce Da 59']
No iller, flow realer, go-rilla
Im no killa, dope dealer,
Im so Dilla[Interlude: Iyana Dean]
United we stand, divided we fall, lets pray
Any, legend, you know, we gon miss you
Missing your life, turn up the lights
Lighters hiiiiiiiiiigh![Royce - during Interlude]
Lighters, cell phones, whatever you got
Put it up in the sky for the legendary
J Dilla yall
Lights high![Royce Da 59']
Uhh, you hoes can bring it, oldschool chosen
EnglishFrozen bling and throw-in singles
Yall niggaz, pray that your babies come out havin good hair
I pray mines have all they toes and fingers
We are different, point blank, distant
Its just meant you rappin bout what
I just spent
As far as hip-hops concerned you all the same
A bunch of mohawks, skinny jeans and wallet chains
A bunch of dancin beefin street blogger lames
So dont get mad at the king if
I should call your name
The new cartel - the doc pop the tag off my asswhen
I was born, my momma pussy had the new car smell[Chorus][Royce Da 59']
With no booth, the flow through,
Im so truth
Im sittin in pudding right now,
Im so +Proof+[Interlude][ Royce - during Interlude]
One more time, hands in the
AIR!For the legendary,
Proof!Detroit baby, lights high![Royce Da 59']
Uhh, Lord willin, 2
Pac with more feelin
Your boys a giant,
I step the floor ceilins
More drinkin, more spillin, poor thinkin
You keep it one hundred,
I keep it more
FranklinsI keep it one thousand
I keep, buyin and buyin, while you lookin around until you done browsin
Ha, I put my money where my mouth is (yes!)
Gentlemens bet, no gentleman bout this
Non-regional dialect and outfit
Im on my
West, Midwest,
East, South shit
Im all about chips, with my swallow mouth bitch
Signin out ,
P.S. (Slaughterhouse)
BITCH!![Chorus]{'New! New! New!'}[Interlude][Iyana]
Icewood
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