StreetRunner - New Money lyrics

[Intro: sample of Beastie Boys' "The New Style"] And on the cool check-in Center stage on the mic And we're puttin it on wax It's the new style! [Royce Da 5'9"] New money, quite powerful mic module Green ducats, black models, white bottles Packed house, you lookin at the wrong n***a Long digits, we can bet the farm who farm bigger Once I go in my zone, I could leave my j**elry at home I glow on my own, you can go in my phone You gon' see some numbers of b**hes that's so into me A couple you might've f**ed before, mentally I don't snitch, furthermore I tour typically It's d**h before dishonor before misery Let us know it - we don't make it rain no more We pull out them dollars and let her throw it We gettin new money, let us blow it [Hook: Royce Da 5'9"] + (Iyana Dean) {"New! New!"} [Royce] I'm soundin like new money to me, {"New"} money to me [Royce] {"New"} money to me, {"New"} money to me [Iyana] You shinin like new money to me, {"New"} money to me [Iyana] {"New"} money to me, {"New"} money to me [Royce] Whoa! [Royce Da 5'9"] No iller, flow realer, go-rilla I'm no k**a, dope dealer, I'm so Dilla [Interlude: Iyana Dean] United we stand, divided we fall, let's pray Any, legend, you know, we gon' miss you Missing your life, turn up the lights Lighters hiiiiiiiiiigh! [Royce - during Interlude] Lighters, cell phones, whatever you got Put it up in the sky for the legendary J Dilla y'all Lights high! [Royce Da 5'9"] Uhh, you hoes can bring it, old school chosen English Frozen bling and throw-in singles Y'all n***as, pray that your babies come out havin good hair I pray mines have all they toes and fingers We are different, point blank, distant It's just meant you rappin 'bout what I just spent As far as hip-hop's concerned you all the same A bunch of mohawks, skinny jeans and wallet chains A bunch of dancin beefin street blogger lames So don't get mad at the king if I should call your name The new cartel - the doc pop the tag off my a** When I was born, my momma p**y had the new car smell [Hook] [Royce Da 5'9"] With no booth, the flow through, I'm so truth I'm sittin in pudding right now, I'm so +Proof+ [Interlude] [Royce - during Interlude] One more time, hands in the AIR! For the legendary, Proof! Detroit baby, lights high! [Royce Da 5'9"] Uhh, Lord willin, 2Pac with more feelin Your boy's a giant, I step the floor ceilin's More drinkin, more spillin, poor thinkin You keep it one hundred, I keep it more Franklins I keep it one thousand I keep, buyin and buyin, while you lookin around until you done browsin Ha, I put my money where my mouth is (yes!) Gentleman's bet, no gentleman 'bout this Non-regional dialect and outfit I'm on my West, Midwest, East, South sh** I'm all about chips, with my swallow mouth b**h Signin out, P.S. (Slaughterhouse) b*tch!! [Hook] {"New! New! New!"} [Interlude] [Iyana] Icewood