Hit-Boy - Somewhereinamerica lyrics

[Verse 1] Shout out to old Jews and old rules New blacks with new stacks I already been the king Retro act, I'm just bringing it back like Jordan Packs New money, they looking down on me Blue bloods they trying to clown on me You can turn up your nose high society Never gone turn down the homie Knock knock I'm at your neighbor house Straight cash I bought ya neighbor out You should come to the housewarming Come and see what your new neighbor 'bout (SKIRRRRR!) Yellow Lambo in the driveway A buck thirty-five, I'm on the highway Frank Sinatra on my Sonos Loud as f**, I did it my way A million sold before the album dropped White Lexus before I had a deal Ask Bun B about me This ain't no snap back, a n***a been trill By the way, f** your mag You ain't gotta count it my n***a I can add 1 million, 2 million, 3 million, 20 million Oh, I'm so good at math Might crash ya Internet And I ain't even into that When I was talking Instagram Last thing you wanted was your picture snapped Feds still lurking They see I'm still putting work in Cause somewhere in America Miley Cyrus is still t**n' [Outro] Twerk, twerk (Miley, Miley) Only in America