Letra de New Balances - Wale

Is it good or bad, wrong or right shit?

Folarin II, yeah

We still in a motherfuckin' pandemic, nigga

Look, they ain't want me here, fuck it, I'm back though

And I'm with so many, so many rap flow

Toe-to-toe with the mic, I am Mike-like

And you ho niggas lookin' Glass Joe

It's a hole in my heart from my last ho

It's a hole in her wallet right after

Every lyric I wrote is her caption

When we broke up, she posted her CashApp, yeah

She could've hit me for it (Pussy) sweet like Pepsi Cola, look

I play but I got no toy, she need flavor, I'm no LaCroix, mm

IRS keep callin', count my racks I don't record it, mm

Fame ain't like you know, pay these taxes and these lawyers, yeah

Nigga this Prada from '26, desire for money is somethin' else

Phylicia Rashād is a lucky woman, it's all workin' with the funny bills

Authentic, never counterfeit, count it up 'til it's calluses

OG's flippin' old money, same old city, new balances

That's why the city always feels like a trap

We might need to and everything

When we come together like a, like a Feds all over, right?

The main idea is to stop killin each other man, and come together

They don't like it but fuck it, I'm back

Cookies in bag, I got no time to be mad

I got no time to be tied up in feelings

I gotta re-up, you gotta relax

I gotta be classy, I've been dissin', I've been chillin', don't ask me

How I'm feelin', I'm as good as I'm gon' be

Check ya census, niggas won't even see me, tryna be noisy

And it really be one deep, ain't really get no sleep

And it really be women that tell me they need me

But don't even know me

This shit can get O.D

So I'm lookin' at the game funny like I'm in a nosebleed

I'm a leader, a man

You trick with bitches that'll feed me in bed

It's different, nigga, I can speak to they soul

The pussy wetter when it ain't for a bag

But how would you know? We stuck to the code

I ain't switchin', I be good when it's slow

Don't hit me when the numbers is low

You makin' hit, a nigga smother your phone and try to big bro you

Hol' up, I'm in Miami, the toes out

Shout out to Zoey, the Zoes out, Bam Adebayo on courtside

Bag on me, I'm really Yoruba, I'm really royalty, I move important

Free agent, I rock what I want right

Salehe, he just got me the orange ones, uh, yeah

Authentic, never counterfeit

When it's God-given and you elevated

All these satan niggas want you down with them

Yeah, yeah, pray for 'em, they embarassin'

I stayed loyal like an old runners, OG checks, new balances

Yeah, mm, new balances

Same old city, new balances

Yeah, new balances

Way more checks, new balances, yeah

, haha

I'm tellin' you dressed very nice

I don't care what anybody say you at, you are still above the game

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