Lyrics:

Ridin' round tha city wit some brand new heat
Brand new car
Brand new feet
Brand new seats
Brand new smell
Put out tha roach light a brand new l

Fuck you bitch I'm actin' brand new
Fuck you bitch my shirt brand new
Fuck you bitch my shoes brand new
Fuck you bitch I'm actin' brand new

I'm cold like a midnight in aspen
I am tha president and tha assassin
Cameras on big lights action
Welcome to the show I am tha main attraction
Money in tha mattress
Money in tha atic
Money on my mind
Money is my habit
Stay on tha grind until moneys automatic
Bitch I love money I'm a fuckin' fanatic
Always strapped
Griiped type graspin
Say what?
Who me?
Click clack!
Blast em.
Chrome 24s tires thin like napkins
Gotta ride big 'cause I am like a captin
You know I'm a boss
Chillin' relaxin
Probably in my office doin' my taxes
You little niggas so not in my bracket
And I don't even have time to practice

Ridin' round tha city wit some brand new heat
Brand new car
Brand new feet
Brand new seats
Brand new smell
Put out tha roach light a brand new l

Fuck you bitch I'm actin' brand new (brand new)
Fuck you bitch my shirt brand new (brand new)
Fuck you bitch my shoes brand new (brand new)
Fuck you bitch I'm actin' brand new (brand new)

Tight
Ridiculous price
Ya camera has never saw a picture this nice
I'm fishin and tha bicthes will bite
Its probably 'cause my game is fixadent tight
Right
I'm fuckin' every bad bitch twice
And if she dosn't wear panties then I fuck her on sight


I'm nasty like spice
I know what she likes
I could make a black women scream like she white
I can make a white woman scream like mike
But before she start singin'
She gotta check my mic
Niggas just hatin'
And I done lost sight
It's like I don't see em
I only see tha light
Talkin' that shit but you boys just hype
I hope you bring ya gun to tha fight
Aight
Louis v tennis shoes big brown stripe
U think you fresh shit nigga I'm ripe

Ridin' round tha city wit some brand new heat
Brand new car
Brand new feet
Brand new seats
Brand new smell
Put out tha roach light a brand new l

Fuck you bitch I'm actin' brand new (brand new)
Fuck you bitch my shirt brand new (brand new)
Fuck you bitch my shoes brand new (them too)
Fuck you bitch I'm actin' brand new (okay)

Brand new coupe drive it crazy then a motha
Sittin' low in tha seats wit tha burners sittin' under
Got my tank top top down
It probably ain't summa
But I ride like that 'cause I'm hotter then the others
Damn its no keepin' up with tha brother man
I could spell my name in burnt rubber
I'm gone
Leave me alone
All tha doggys at supper
U could wash my plate and put it back in tha cupboard
Uh um I'm so far ahead of them suckers
Imma hafta start rappin' in numbers
I promise tha flows don't stop they come rappin' like thunder
I bet you hide under you'r covers

Ridin' round tha city wit some brand new heat
Brand new car
Brand new feet
Brand new seats
Brand new smell
Put out tha roach light a brand new l

Fuck you bitch I'm actin' brand new (brand new)
Fuck you bitch my shirt brand new (brand new)
Fuck you bitch my shoes brand new (them too)
Fuck you bitch I'm actin' brand new (yah)