Lyrics Brand New - Cole Myer

I don't wanna talk about the diamond on my wrist
Cause the moral of the story, she don't give a shit
You think of bitches in your head that really don't exist
I think he schizophrenic but that boy will not admit

Sit your ass down, I am talking
I'm a big dog walk inside the room and they stalking
All these bitches tryna hit me up now cause I'm poppin'
I am on top the world while you laying in your coffin

Boy try to test me that boy is a dumby
You tried to rob me you can't take it from me
Running your pockets, I just want the money
Your bitch gonna pull up and she gonna suck me
Your life really sad and your life is a joke
It's not my fault that your pockets are broke
Stick at a party cause he want the smoke

I am a menace, I'm really the villain
I'm not gonna stop until I reach a million
I'm popping off and my streams on a billion
Feel like Bruno Mars cause I wanna trillion
Cape Cod, I'm out of the Jungle
I threw you the bag, little bitch you just fumbled
You pulling up and we gonna rumble
On top of the world, I can't crumble

We ain't playing games, we ain't playing games
Bitch we taking names, and we taking aim
Rep a diamond chain, feel like Bruce Wayne
Back on top and I really want my crown back
I am the villain I'm dressed up in all black
You made some radio songs for a soundtrack
Rule number one is that I can not go lack
I'm flying high and I'm feeling some jet lag
All y'all mad cause I got my sound back
All y'all made cause I got a huge bag
Fuck y'all, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

I've been the goat ever since I was born
Minx coat on when I walk through the storm
You stab my back, little bitch you a thorn
I'm going to Cali, I need to get warm
I'm too fucking cold with this shit
I won't go and talk to a bitch
She only gone text for the dick, but I am not giving her it

Block my phone, please never text me
You hit my phone than this shit gone get real messy
Top of the world but the bottom where you left me
She a gold digger, all my money spendy

Pulling up in that brand new lambo, and they told me that I couldn't go commando
So I pulled up in that lambo, and I pulled up I'm commando
Please don't talk to me, cause you know that I'm the man, hoe
Knocking on the door they let me in
Cause they know that I'm a dub, and they know I'm here to win
And I know my money up, like where do I began
And I'm riding round your block, and you know the tires spin

Feel like magic school bus with the way that I be flying off
Its the end of the world with the way that we be blasting off
I don't play football, I punt at his head though
Give me your money I just want the bread hoe
You can hear me at your front door
End of the world, I'm gone