New World Order (N.W.O) - Bas

I swear it feel like, I swear it feel like

I swear it feel like a quarter to midnight

Riding in Dis 5

Bumping my own shit, bumping my own shit

Pedal to the floor, I ain’t braking no more

And we get paid, that’s off words

And I been made, ho, that’s my word

Ho, that’s my word

This shit is for life, N-W-O

I ain’t hitting you back, I’m done with you hoes

N-W-O

Money growing farms, gotta get your figures up

Gotta grow an arm 'fore you pull your niggas up

Spend it on a bond money, you was savin' up

And all they could respond is you never gave enough

Everything gratuitous

You don’t want a pot to piss, you want a pool to piss

Never taking it for granted like I’m new to this

Keep my waitress heavy-handed, fuck my stewardess

Who is this sick nigga?

Jealousy a trait saved for you bitch niggas

So wait, bitch, hold up, get a hold of this nigga

Just got out the meeting and they talking big figures

But I’ma need more money than these drop a brick niggas

Convos and commas, convos and K’s

If that’s what you talking, ho, convos for days

Sky so big, got condos in space

Let’s save the world, all in good taste

And we get paid, that’s off words

And I been made, ho, that’s my word

Ho, that’s my word

This shit is for life, N-W-O

I ain’t hitting you back, I’m done with you hoes

N-W-O

I got us, a worth, that’s the truest of it

A bird lose itself worth, that’s the Louie of it

Why so materialistic, life will pass you, egotistic

It’s how the universe work, that’s the beauty of it

Seen you from the first twerk, that’s the booty of it

Lately been so hedonistic, give me ass, don’t need no friendship

Living life, all my tickets copped one way

And these bitches all in my runway

As of late, I drink and smoke every day

Hesitate, just another shot you never take

Riding down the block in the Rari

Tryna' squeeze two hoes besides me

Six at the club, turned twelve at the hotel

You would think these hoes Saimese

And they got homies, bodies

And they roll l’s if I let them ride shotty

Cause that’s all it would take

Let’s save the world, all in good taste

And we get paid, that’s off words

And I been made, ho, that’s my word

Ho, that’s my word

This shit is for life, N-W-O

I ain’t hitting you back, I’m done with you hoes

N-W-O

Me?

I’m too fly, y’all sweet, y’all niggas fruit flies

Y’all speak, y’all niggas hoopla, y’all weak, y’all hoop ride

I must be the coldest, walk up in the room (vroom)

And ya bitch old, I’m looking for some new’s

I must be the coldest, walk up in the room (vroom)

And ya bitch old, I’m looking for some new’s