[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.