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New Money

[Intro: sample of Beastie Boys' "The New Style"]And on the cool check-in

Center stage on the mic

And we're puttin it on wax

It's the new style!

[Royce Da 5'9"]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 {?}

It's 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

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" (Iyana Dean)]{"New! New!"}

[Royce] I'm soundin like new money to me, {"New"} money to me

[Royce] {"New"} money to me, {"New"} money to me

[Iyana] You shinin like new money to me, {"New"} money to me

[Iyana] {"New"} money to me, {"New"} money to me

[Royce] Whoa!

[Royce Da 5'9"]No iller, flow realer, go-rilla

I'm no killa, dope dealer, I'm so Dilla

[Interlude: Iyana Dean]United we stand, divided we fall, let's pray

Any, legend, you know, we gon' miss you

Missing your life, turn up the lights

Lighters hiiiiiiiiiigh!

[Royce - during Interlude]Lighters, cell phones, whatever you got

Put it up in the sky for the legendary J Dilla y'all

Lights high!

[Royce Da 5'9"]Uhh, you hoes can bring it, old school chosen English

Frozen bling and throw-in singles

Y'all niggaz, 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

[Chorus][Royce Da 5'9"]With no booth, the flow through, I'm so truth

I'm sittin in pudding right now, I'm so +Proof+

[Interlude][Royce - during Interlude]One more time, hands in the AIR!

For the legendary, Proof!

Detroit baby, lights high!

[Royce Da 5'9"]Uhh, 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 Franklins

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 (yes!)

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!!

[Chorus]{"New! New! New!"}

[Interlude][Iyana] Icewood

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