Letra de New Red - El Cousteau

If I don't get signed, then the nigga get robbed

In the back of Suburban, the corner was empty

Then in Brooklyn, I went to Long Island

Let me get this money, keep everybody smiling

You lyin' in my face, shit, you breakin' my heart

I told you the words and you still did wrong

That's uncommon, we in and the world a revolver

Your mind should've been where your intentions was

Nigga, in high school, I had a two-tone chrome

Compact .40 1911

I'm in the back of a dope-pushin' Chevy

I take advantage, ain't nothin' for granted

Devote every day towards November 7th

You bein' sorry, don't make it no better

I got too much respect for myself to even be here

This shit more controversial than a bi-racial couple

I'm tryna get to a whole lot of money

Bitch-ass nigga, you ain't tired of runnin'?

I'm in the mix and I go to California

I'ma go Datejust and 41 Oysters

I had people around, you can't depend on most of them

I'm at the hotel before the show started

Get my hair done, let my nails dry

I'm with the top players, I'm on a yacht, bae

Bitch, that money is comin' like—, Huh, yeah

I went ziplocked and I'm on my fifth pail

I went digital-formatted and the street scale

You know what [?] did with them rubber bands

Big guns in the spot, they had straight cash

I'm on some shit that these niggas ain't on

I got some bitches, these niggas ain't saw

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