Released on April 5, 2018

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[Intro]

Yeah, I hear you niggas talkin’

Real nigga for real


[Chorus: Nick Grant]

New Money, who dis

New phone, who dis

New life, who dis

Switched up, yeah

Text from my ex like who dis

And I got the same number, who dis

Swerve on point like who dis, yeah

Switched up, yeah

New money, who dis

New phone, who dis

New life, who dis

Switched up, yeah

Text from my ex like who dis

And I got the same number, who dis

Swerve on point like who dis, yeah

I done switched up


[Verse 1: Nick Grant]

Back like Jordan with the 45, boy I’m at your neck like bowtie

No I’m at your neck like clothesline, yeah I’m bout the green like go sign

Real nigga real nigga no lie, real nigga real nigga no lie

Rap god, rap god, rap god, I ain’t need a rapper to cosign me

Brand new drop top no miles, inside dark like closed eyes

And I might pull up at your hoe house

Small town nigga but I’m worldwide

Man I blew the check like I’m verified

You know them niggas ride in their spare time

Boy I been the shit since ’05, no I been the shit this whole time

I got the juice, like I threw Pac off the roof

My shooters hop out in suits, no way in hell he could not be this cool

No I’m no novice, I’m out on the move

She wanna hang like a knot in a noose

I fool a genius when I play the fool

Future so bright you forgot who was who

Straight to the money my pockets on jew


[Chorus: Nick Grant]

New money, who dis

New phone, who dis

New life, who dis

Switched up, yeah

Text from my ex like who dis

And I got the same number, who dis

Swerve on point like who dis, yeah

Switched up, yeah

New money, who dis

New phone, who dis

New life, who dis

Switched up, yeah

Text from my ex like who dis

And I got the same number, who dis

Swerve on point like who dis, yeah

I done switched up


[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]

New bitch, hello

Street shit, yola

Boost Mobile Nextel chirp

Trap phone, work

Wanna save the ho, go to church nigga

She hurt your feelings, take a Perc nigga

You ain’t fuck her right if she don’t lurk nigga

On her friend page tryna search a nigga

Ex bitch crazy, but I knew that

Put the bitch on block we don’t do that

Could’ve put her on the spot we don’t do that

Yeah the bitch fuck a oop we don’t do that

I’m a street nigga yeah bitch I’m anti phone

You a email gangster type all day long

I ain’t got no feeling wanna leave bitch gone

I ain't got no opinions, no rights, no wrongs

Say I am what I am bitch and I ain’t gone change

Eighty on the watch, two fifty on the chain

We drink champagne, just to swallow with the pain

Ain’t gone change shit cause I owe it to the game

Shootout in the ‘rari reup in the range

Fuck her in the Wraith just to put her on game

Let her see the stars just to put it on her brain

Then fuck her in the Chevy, gang


[Chorus: Nick Grant]

New money, who dis

New phone, who dis

New life, who dis

Switched up, yeah

Text from my ex like who dis

And I got the same number, who dis

Swerve on point like who dis, yeah

Switched up, yeah

New money, who dis

New phone, who dis

New life, who dis

Switched up, yeah

Text from my ex like who dis

And I got the same number, who dis

Swerve on point like who dis, yeah

I done switched up


[Verse 3: Nick Grant]

Young nigga never need a handout

Still they wanna give a nigga dap now

Tell my old girl I’m the man now

Yeah I had everything planned out

When I had nothing niggas ran out

Now they hit the phone for the whereabouts

No I ain’t saying I’m a street nigga, but I was home alone in the trap house

Yeah nigga, mama was a shooter, yeah you know my daddy was a hustler

Fucked around made a real dope nigga, got trouble when I’m going through customs

Yeah I took my niggas through a few doors

But when you in the crib take your shoes off

Riding through the city with my new broad

And she love the Bay like Too $hort

Dance on the money like Mike

Niggas sell they soul for some likes

Feel like Ai with the cross, no I ain’t relying on the right

Yeah I’m in the bank for the heist, broke niggas keep your advice

Yeah I’m a standout nigga, like Frank Luc at the fight, yikes


[Chorus: Nick Grant]

New money, who dis

New phone, who dis

New life, who dis

Switched up, yeah

Text from my ex like who dis

And I got the same number, who dis

Swerve on point like who dis, yeah

Switched up, yeah

New money, who dis

New phone, who dis

New life, who dis

Switched up, yeah

Text from my ex like who dis

And I got the same number, who dis

Swerve on point like who dis, yeah

I done switched up