Lyrics New Ways - T Deniro

Tryna figure out new ways to get it
Matter fact Don't know if I can switch it
Still Gotta run it up fast Gotta win it
Been Tryna stuff in 20 bands
Couldn't get it In the jeans
Baby tell me that she love me
But I ask her what she mean
Last on my wish
They've been getting in between
Passing out Chips
They've Asking what's cheese
Nike new kicks
I got Louis and supreme

I ain't had shit
But I'm starting to fill dreams
Used to fill cups
Still do don't give a fuck
Tryna figure news way
Still be in the cut
Working for a new day
Hoping that I'll trust
I've been by myself
On my lone counting bucks
I tried to stop but I can't
Aint had enough
Do I love the streets
Or do I love the bucks
Do I love her
Or do I love us

Tryna figure out new ways to get it
Matter fact Don't know if I can switch it
Still Gotta run it up fast Gotta win it
Been Tryna stuff in 20 bands
Couldn't get it In the jeans
Baby tell me that she love me
But I ask her what she mean
Last on my wish
They've been getting in between
Passing out Chips
They've Asking what's cheese
Nike new kicks
I got Louis and supreme

Tryna figure out new ways to get this shit
I was Down on my last
When I couldn't afford shit
Had to get to the bag
Hop back in the whip
Do that a couple times
And thought I'd be rich
Didn't know I'd serve fiends
Didn't know I'd hit licks
Didn't know I'd lose friends
Didn't know I'd lose him
Always knew how to rob
Didn't know how to whip
Didn't ever wanna job
I've been plotting since a kid
Yea yea
I've been me plotting since a kid
I knew the power of money
And knew what it did
I got a whole lot to fix
I'm far from perfect
But I'll never quit
I seen a whole lotta shit
Homie got bagged
Just from bagging up shit
Don't want no regular bitch
Wanting that money
Then let's go and get it den
I'll spin a block for my bitch
I'll go and double a cheque
And spend that on my bitch
Working for more for the clique
I need to caution the floor
Caution all on my drip
Will never admit none of it
I'll have you thinking
You thinking bout if
She probably think I'm stoner
That my car a loner
And I probably fronted my zips
Moved many bags out the whip
Go ask around
Promise they say I'm legit
I ain't a king in my city
But keep it so litty
There's no need to carry a stick
Twenty four seven
Moved pounds in a Shift
But with no dishes
I'm skipping that shit
Keeping some wishes
But losing some bitches
I dealt with some stitches
I'll empty a clip