Текст песни New Money Freestyle - Qil

Lemme hear that Qil (Yeah)
Yung Qillionaire
This shit feel like new money, new me, I put it in the stash
Bankroll, so thick, gotta count it from the back
I seen the way that shawty had dipped, that shit just made me sad
Seen the way my parents had split, that shit just made me bad
Focused on getting my money up cause love don't ever last
I learned to count my blessings I got shit that people never had
He down bad and called me a fag that shit just make me laugh
You seen me with a bitch too, we got blicks too, I rather scrap
Fuck round take your life and all that pride you think make you a man
Give niggas no attention watch em talk to themselves
I ain't rely on nobody had to walk by myself
I'm self made with all my niggas yeah we taught all ourselves
Ain't go to college I got clientele
Can't relate to most of my friends but I still wish em well
Sometimes it get lonely when you hustle like you need some air
I had to make some changes to my life I realized that my happiness wasn't even there
This shit got ups and downs like rollercoasters life ain't even fair
Girl how you leave me after all that time like you ain't even care
Then hit my phone to send me in spirals I'm moving like a sphere
Know we was going through somethings baby you should've stayed here

Know we was going through somethings but
Why you give up on love? Why you give up on me?
The glow up came when you left so, gon ball without you

Live and learn, love and hurt, Heal and burn
Bridges burn, work to earn, gotta wait your turn
Stay down before you come up, niggas don't know loyalty
I was down before the come up, frustrated to get funds up
Taking back to back Ls had to double back get my dubs up
And that ain't shit to a hustler, Mufucka what you made of?
Don't think cause I got status that I forgot where I came from
Cause I'm still in the trenches getting famous with all my day ones
Said I'm still in the trenches getting faded with my niggas yeah
Looking for a play I'm in that mode I go and get it yeah
Count it up, run that paper up, love the feeling yeah
She suck me up, I don't wanna cuff just sexual healing yeah
New money, new me, that shit is in the bag
Old money, still lit, I got it in the stash
New whip, off the lot, I drive it like an ass
Old bitch, nevermind it we left it in the past
Ohh
Know it's too late for her
Had to recognize my worth I tried to wait for her
Every real nigga take some losses that shit make you ball
You either let it break you down or turn you to a boss
You either let it break you down or turn you to a boss
You either let it break you down or turn you to a, uh
Dinero Nuevo
Dinero Nuevo
N.I.C. that's the gang yeah this shit forever