Текст песни New Money - Royce da 5′9″ feat. Sucka Free & Kid Vishis

And on the cool check-in
Center stage on the mic
And we're puttin' it on wax
It's the new style

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 that's so into me
A couple you might've fucked before mentally

I don't snitch, furthermore I tour to the least
Death before dishonor before misery
Let us know it, we don't make it rain no more
We pull out them dollars and let her throw it
We gettin' new money, let us blow it

(New, new)
I'm soundin' like new money to me
Money to me, money to me, money to me
(New, new, new)
You shinin' like new money to me
Money to me, money to me, money to me
(New, new, new)

No iller, flow realer, gorilla
I'm no killa, dope dealer, I'm so Dilla

United we stand, divided we fall, let's pray
Henny Legend, you know, we gon' miss you
Missing your life, turn up the lights
Lighters high

Uh, you ho's can bring it, old school chosen English
Frozen bling and throw in singles
Ya'll niggas, pray that your babies come out havin' good hair
I pray mines have all they toes and fingers

We are different, point blank, distant
It's just meant you rappin' 'bout what I just spent
As far as hip hop's concerned you all the same
A bunch of Mohawks, skinny jeans, and wallet chains

A bunch of dancin' beefin' street blogger lames
So don't get mad at the king if I should call your name
The new cartel, the doc pop the tag off my ass
When I was born, my momma pussy had the new car smell

(New, new)
I'm soundin' like new money to me
Money to me, money to me, money to me
(New, new, new)
You shinin' like new money to me
Money to me, money to me, money to me
(New, new, new)

With no booth, the flow through, I'm so truth
I'm sittin' in pudding right now, I'm so proof

United we stand, divided we fall, let's pray
Henny Legend, you know, we gon' miss you
Missing your life, turn up the lights
Lighters high

Uh, Lord willin', 2Pac with more feelin'
Your boy's a giant, I step the floor ceilin's
More drinkin', more spillin', poor thinkin'
You keep it one hundred, I keep it more Franklin's

I 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
Gentlemen's bet, no gentleman 'bout this

Non-regional dialect and outfit
I'm on my West, Midwest, East, South shit
I'm all about chips, with my swallow mouth bitch
Signin' out, P.S. Slaughterhouse bitch

(New, new)
I'm soundin' like new money to me
Money to me, money to me, money to me
(New, new, new)
You shinin' like new money to me
Money to me, money to me, money to me
(New, new, new)
New, new, new

United we stand, divided we fall, let's pray
Henny Legend, you know, we gon' miss you
Missing your life, turn up the lights
Lighters high, Icewood