Brand New Lyrics - The Drought Is Over Part 4 - Lil Wayne

Ya 

Uh huh 

Ridin' 'round the city with some brand new heat 

Brand new car, brand new feet 

Brand new seats, brand new smell, put out the roach, light a brand new L 

Fuck you bitch, I'm actin' brand new 

Fuck you bitch, my shirt brand new 

Fuck you bitch, my shoes brand new 

Fuck you bitch, I'm actin' brand new 

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I'm cold like a midnight in Aspen 

I am the president and the assassin 

Cameras, on big lights, action 

Welcome to the show, I am the main attraction 

Money in the mattress, money in the attic 

Money on my mind, money is my habit 

Stay on the grind until the money's automatic 

Bitch I love money I'm a fucking fanatic 

All day strapped grip tight, grasping 

Say what? Who me? Click-Clack, blast 'em 

Chrome 24's tires thin like napkins 

Gotta ride big cause I am like a captain 

You know I'm a boss, chillin', relaxin' 

Probably in my office, doin' my taxes 

You little niggas so not in my bracket, 

And I don't even have time to practice 

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Ridin' 'round the city with some brand new heat 

Brand new car, brand new feet 

Brand new seats, brand new smell, put out the roach, light a brand new L 

Fuck you bitch, I'm actin' brand new 

Fuck you bitch, my shirt brand new 

Fuck you bitch, my shoes brand new 

Fuck you bitch, I'm actin' brand new 

I got ice, ridiculous price 

Your camera has never saw a picture this nice (Hmm) 

I'm fishin' and the bitches will bite 

It's prolly cause my game is fixin' in tight, Right 

I'm fuckin' every bad bitch twice 

And if she doesn't wear panties then I'll fuck her on sight 

I'm nasty like spice 

I know what she likes 

I can make a black women scream like she white 

I can make a white women scream like Mike 

But before she start singin', she gotta check my Mic 

Niggas just hatin' 

And I dun lost sight 

It's like i don't see 'em I only see the night 

You talkin' that shit but you boys just hype 

I hope you bring a gun to the fight Aight? 

Louis V tennis shoes, big brown stripe 

You think you fresh, Nigga I'm ripe 

Ridin' 'round the city with some brand new heat 

Brand new car, brand new feet 

Brand new seats, brand new smell, put out the roach, light a brand new L 

Fuck you bitch, I'm actin' brand new 

Fuck you bitch, my shirt brand new 

Fuck you bitch, my shoes brand new 

Fuck you bitch, I'm actin' brand new 

Brand new coupe, drivin' crazy then the mother's 

Sittin' low in the seats with the burner sittin' under 

Got my tank top toppe on it 

Prolly ain't summer 

But I ride like that cause I'm hotter than the others 

Damn, there's no keepin' up with the brother man 

I can spell my name in burnt rubber 

I'm gone 

Leave me alone 

Now the dog is at supper 

You can wash my plate an put it back in the cupboard 

I'm so far ahead of them suckers 

I'm gonna have to start rappin' in numbers 

I promise the flows don't stop they come rappin' like thunder 

I bet you hide under your covers haha... 

Ridin' 'round the city with some brand new heat 

Brand new car, brand new feet 

Brand new seats, brand new smell, put out the roach, light a brand new L 

Fuck you bitch, I'm actin' brand new 

Fuck you bitch, my shirt brand new 

Fuck you bitch, my shoes brand new 

Fuck you bitch, I'm actin' brand new