Rick Ross - Brand New lyrics

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Rick Ross - Brand New lyrics

[Snoop Dogg] + (Yung Joc) Yung Joc (sup?) What it do nephew? (You know what it is) All brand new sh** [Chorus: Yung Joc] It ain't my fault (it's not my fault potnah) That everythang you get, is, used (and you, you, you probably can't help that) (That, you know) And I buy all my sh** brand new (I don't have a problem with spendin the money y'know?) When I walk into the room, they, choose (I mean heh, I'm Yung Joc man) (C'mon~!) Cause they know my whips, my ice is brand new [Yung Joc] From my fitted down to my shoes I enter the room and your b**h might choose Look me up and down from my head to toe They point the exit then I tell 'em "Let's go!" S5, don't forget the fifty What it cost me? About a hundred fifty DAYUMN!! What's this? Why it's so sticky? That's good kush, quarter cost you 'bout a hundred fifty Seal the leather, still brand new Lookin at the sky through that panaromic view She say she like my jeans, even like my sneaks Thats the new Guccis, five hundred a piece (a piece?) I make her smile, when I smile back Check the do's, Caddy stones, yeah I bought that Baby we can go to Paris or Toronto Brand new shades, who's that? Ferragamo [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] Never drive the same car twice You still buying chains; I'm into chippin ice Y'know? Is it real or fake, how much a k**a make? I'm 'bout ownin somethin, ya dig? Real estate I'm in the '08 Escalade, with brand new Gucci shades I'm flingin it, and singin it, while stayin up for days You know my entourage, I does it extra large Blue bezels for my nizzles double what you charge So whenever you see me you know I'm fresh to d**h French tip on my nails and now my hair is fresh In some brand new clothes, with some brand new hoes Is them Phantom do's, on that brand new Rolls On another level, blue rose petals And when I walk the block I make everyone wanna talk a lot To brag and boast that ain't my style, to highside and profile I'd rather blow a pound with my Pound and do what you say [Chorus] [Rick Ross] I let her fantasize, I'm a fanstay She couldn't fathom us f**in on top of Phantom seats Now we worldwide, speakin different laguages Ma, Puerto Deo, now can you hang with it I'm a boss girl, you lookin for a job? f** me on your lunch break and you're sure to star Get a raise when that brain keep me in a daze Custom made suede Gucci shoes I'm on another page And my money so long My money so long, I swear my money so long (ye ain't lyin) Murciélagos just for the car do's This the main event, those n***as is sideshows Where I reside ho, you're considerd a side ho Air train and peanuts, it's time to slide ho Where I reside ho, you're considerd a side ho Air train and peanuts, it's time to slide ho [Chorus] [Outro: Snoop Dogg] That's so cold Yung Joc, what it do nephew? All brand new sh**, yeah boy! Dig, yeah that's my nig I'ma smoke on out like that dere I'ma jump off in this brand new car I got Brand new shoes and brand new outfit This brand new sack of chronic I got I'm lookin at this b**h like oh yeah I'm actin all brand new I don't even know you f'real That's the business... see ya~! It ain't my fault Hehe, it ain't my fault! It ain't my fault my n***a Everythang you got is used That's a used chain, n***a had that chain on like fo' years ago That's some used shoes you got, the automobile is used n***a you don't even... all that sh** n***a Your b**h is used too n***a Yeah, it's all hood though It ain't my fault, we just gon' keep doin it So brand new, oh-seven, yeah

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