[Intro]

Quan

[Verse 1]

Beacon up to that top dollar

Tryna give looks like the Met Gala

Rock my own brand, I don't buy Prada

Bitch, you get Raffi and Escada

Worn out like a flip-flop

Bitches pumped up till they tits raw

Got a fuck face, now they lips lock

You can get surge' till your shit pop

Bitch stop

Get smacked or you get dropped

Times up, it's tick-tock

Five years and you still flop

Yo, I'm dead like Rick Ross

Niggas pussy, better press pause

Shake my ass when I'm on tour

Makin' money, nigga, bet's off (Bet's off)

[Chorus]

New day, new shit

New money, new bitch

Fuck a nigga face in a new whip

Damn, I'm feelin' like a new bitch

New day, new shit

New money, new bitch

Fuck a nigga face in a new whip

Damn, I'm feelin' like a new bitch

[Verse 2]

Pussy poppin' like Redenbacher

No limit, sook shocker

Talk slick, I'ma have to sock 'em

My fuckin' life is like a damn opera

Don't be talkin' shit, don't be talkin' greasy

Got your man on speed dial, he probably need me

I don't fuck with these hoes, they coochie cheesy

When I fuck your man, he gon' be glad to please me

When he leave ya ass, you gon' be hella mad

I don't even need it, he hella trash

I'ma fuckin' boss, gotta get the bag

Sittin' on my throne, givin' hella swag

I'm gettin' tens all across the world

You get your tens from a bottom, girl

Let's face it ma, I'm a damn queen

Every man's thought, every man's dream

He could buy me Fendi, he could buy me Gucci

In his Range Rover, I'ma spark a loosie

When I ride his face, I'ma off his coofy

Call Jay and Nas for that Wally Oochie

Cut to the chase, I'm first place

Touch me, tease me, call a pace

I'm the best, it's no debate

Better check it out, you fuckin' late

[Chorus]

New day, new shit

New money, new bitch

Fuck a nigga face in a new whip

Damn, I'm feelin' like a new bitch

New day, new shit

New money, new bitch

Fuck a nigga face in a new whip

Damn, I'm feelin' like a new bitch