Verse 1:

Blow-up, your old life is gone

No more hanes sweat pants, only louis vuitton

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Bermuda grass spread across my lawn

We remember all the pros and neglect the cons

Watch my life change when the clock strikes twelve

Worried how the funds effect my mental health

(Short pause)

But that’s a whole nother thing-in-itself

When you obtain enough wealth you tend to lose yourself

Too much money and famе begin to haunt

Pull out my AP all nonchalant

(Short pause)

Your smallest movеs start to warrant a response

No more eating in peace at restaurants

Flow delicious don’t be mad that I’m ambitious

Money to the head -go from capricious to malicious

So suspicious in a chase for the fictitious

Fulfill your dads wishes by becoming avaricious

Chorus:

New-whip, Fresh-fit, Don’t-trip, Go count it!

New-drip, iced-wrist, Don’t-slip, We bout it

Our-clique, Tight-knit, Snake-bit, Without-it

New-hit, Knew-it, Hard-miss? I doubt it!

Verse 2:

Make a lotta money but you always want more

Marry the wrong person just to split it in divorce

Blood turns green and you’ve changed at your core

Lose it all, prodigal, its a common lore

If I blow up and start makin a killin

Won’t lose it, no Sistine Chapel on my ceiling

Everyone agrees but most are more than willing

I’d rather die a hero, than become a villain

I chase wealth but there’s value in perspective

Too much money now your empathy defective

Ego gets bigger and the facts turn subjective

Less and less ideas are of the introspective

So sad when they’re too rich to make donations

Even when they do, its for self-gratification

They can’t win, and can’t live up to expectations

A deep-pocket prick In constant need of validation

Chorus:

New-whip, Fresh-fit, Don’t-trip, Go count it!

New-drip, iced-wrist, Don’t-slip, We bout it

Our-clique, Tight-knit, Snake-bit, Without-it

New-hit, Knew-it, Hard-miss? I doubt it!