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royce da 59 - 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-gg-
long digits, we can bet the farm who farm bigger
once i go in my zone, i could leave my jewelry at home
i glow on my own, you can go in my phone
you gon’ see some numbers of b-tches that’s so into me
a couple you might’ve f-cked before, mentally
i don’t snitch, furthermore i tour {? }
it’s death 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

[chorus: royce da 5’9″ (iyana dean)]
{“new! new! “}
[royce da 5’9”:] i’m soundin like new money to me, {“new”} money to me
[royce da 5’9″:] {“new”} money to me, {“new”} money to me
[iyana dean:] you shinin like new money to me, {“new”} money to me
[iyana dean:] {“new”} money to me, {“new”} money to me
[royce da 5’9″:] whoa!

[royce da 5’9″:]
no iller, flow realer, go-rilla
i’m no killa, 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!

[during interlude: royce da 5’9″]
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-gg-z, 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 -ss
when i was born, my momma p-ssy had the new car smell

[chorus]

[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]

[during interlude: royce da 5’9″]
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!)
gentlemen’s bet, no gentleman ’bout this
non-regional dialect and outfit
i’m on my west, midwest, east, south sh-t
i’m all about chips, with my swallow mouth b-tch
signin out, p.s. (slaughterhouse) b-tch!

[chorus]

{“new! new! new! “}

[interlude]

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