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Chirpin

[Hook:]

It's a brand new day and the birds they chirpin

It's a brand new day plus my Nextel chirpin

Ya'll niggas got work but ya'll never ever workin

Throwin money in the club when you know yo' pockets hurtin

[Verse 1: Takeoff]

It's a brand new day, got brand new bitches

Wrapping up chickens, I'm leaning, I feel like I'm feenin

But really I'm trippin

Only want balance when I rock the Bentley

Gas so loud, y'all niggas can't hear me

Pull out that KLAW, know they gone feel me

Whippin that Brittney, that Whitney, That Lidnsey

Like I'm a chemist, treat em like dentist

You showing your benjis on instagram flexing

Maybe tonight, but ain't got a session

I hate to be you cause I know it's depressing

Must think it's upsetting the way that I'm dressing

I walk up in Neiman, I see it I cop it

I pull out my pocket, you pull out your wallet

Who you impressing, you know you ain't got it

Diggin through pockets, changing the topic

Nigga just stop it, it hurt me to see you ain't got it

Make me wanna come out my pocket

I'm a get it back cause a nigga got a sack, so my lil' double cup got full of the act

Young nigga got bricksquad, we crack

If a nigga talkin back, I'm aimin the strap

It's a brand new day, in a brand new whip, and a brand new 45 sittin in my lap

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Quavo]

Aye hold up Takeoff, you see that nigga

It's a brand new nigga on the block, hit his ass with a brand new Glock

Knock em off the block like he playing hopscotch

My niggas is crazy, we keep the new babies

We ride in Mercedes keep crack like the 80s

They cook it, they whippin, they slavin

I 'round the city screaming "Mama we made it"

I'm busting them bricks out the wrapper

Too hot for a trapper, so now I'm a rapper

My pot too big, got too much water, so I skrt-skrt with a broke paddle

I see you running with the sack,

Quavo the linebacker so I had to make the tackle

Got Migos in Mexico right now, putting 50 bricks on a horse sadle

I'm servin them patients, my money is ancient,

My diamonds are lookin like I bought a ice glacier

Addicted to paper, I movin to Cali, I roll me a blunt and I go watch the Lakers

So much gas you'll need a ventilator, my house so big got marijuana acres

Pots in the pan, Quavo the baker, money in the jar, look like a saltshaker.

[Hook]

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Lyrics submitted by Natasha Feilds.

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