Released on November 11, 2022

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[Intro]

Ladies, fellas

I know some of the most intelligent women in the world is listenin’ right now

And all the realest brothers is like, uh


[Chorus]

Get light with it

Day party to midnight with it

Ice wet like a fire hydrant hit it

While the girls double dutch, I double my digits

Dice game pop, peace and one love to my niggas

New York, New York

All sorts of bosses who walk the walk

Look how long the blocks is, ruthless

Close range they shoot shit


[Verse 1]

Wall Street, racquetball, oysters, masseuses

Bourgeoisie, the mood y'all be

Then it's back to the hood where you knew I'd be

Driver's license and the face card, two IDs

Get light off the Rosé (Uh) bottle we sip

New shorty in my life, she my lottery pick

And if the economy slips, she gon' ride with the kid

City Girl like JT, M-I-A to the Bridge


[Bridge]

Get light

Get light with it

Get light

Yo Hit-Boy, hold up, bring it back, yeah


[Chorus]

Get light with it

Day party to midnight with it

Ice wet like a fire hydrant hit it

While the girls double dutch, I double my digits


[Verse 2]

ATVs, quads with speed

Doin' wheelies, black Lanvin sneaks

Family first, a holiday feast, I constantly seek

Moments like this is peace to say the least

We used to play ball, when girls watched, we played smoother

I had to try to be like Mike, a cool three-point shooter

Couldn't be the loser, takin' Gatorade from the cooler

Summer, fall, winter, New York girls smokin' hookah

Grown ladies with Mercedes Benz keys and chimneys

Friendly as little kids on ten-speeds

Makes me want to have another seed, I'm simply

Gettin' light on the track, Ripley's

Believe it or not, I'm still the cream of the crop

I was just the tender age of eighteen on the charts

Wasn't even dreamin' this far, believe who you are

The sun doesn't even know it's a star


[Chorus]

Get light with it

Day party to midnight with it

Ice wet like a fire hydrant hit it

While the girls double dutch, I double my digits

Dice game pop, peace to my hustlin' niggas

New York, New York

All sorts of bosses who walk the walk

Look how long the blocks is, ruthless

Long range they shoot shit


[Outro]

And party and bullshit

And party and bullshit

And party and bullshit

And party and party

And party and bullshit

And party and bullshit

And party and bullshit

And party and party