Rowdy Rebel – Brand New Shmoney Lyrics ft. Bobby Shmurda

Rowdy Rebel Brand New Shmoney Lyrics

Rowdy Rebel – Brand New Shmoney Lyrics ft. Bobby Shmurda

Brand New Shmoney Lyrics by Rowdy Rebel ft Bobby Shmurda

Day 1, Shmurda got a brand new burner (haa)
Haa
GS-Nina (brrr)
Shmoney
If it ain’t ’bout shmoney, then it really don’t concern us (Rowdy baby)
Shmoney (Rowdy baby, Rowdy, Rowdy baby)
Brand new shmoney, got a brand new pistol (got a brand new pistol, haa)
Still got my old gun, that shit cleaner than a whistle (that shit cleaner than a whistle)

Brand new shmoney, got a brand new pistol (brrrrr)
Brand new bitch, man, that pussy so official (ahh ahh ahh)
Still got my old gun, that shit cleaner than a whistle (than a whistle)
Don’t let them boys run down on you, what’s the issue? (aye what’s the issue?)
Oh we them boys in the hood, no [?] ([?])
Bitch I’m Rowdy, I made your brother dance (boom boom)
My whole squad tote, Glock boys (brrrr)
‘Cause my squad full of hot boys (ahh ahh ahh)
Bitch I’m Rowdy, I shot boys (boom)
Body twirl, watch him drop boy (watch him drop)
If he don’t stand down, that’s a man down
Another body on the block boy
And free Chuckie, he a hot boy (free guys)
Even my lil’ niggas done shot boys (boom, bah)
G.S.C, P.F.E (bah, bah)
Shmoney team, shmurda team (bow bah, bah)
Tell my guallas, “Banke” (banke)
It blue magic, I’m on the bean (on the bean)
Tonight I’m hookah papi (tonight I’m hookah papi)
So where my hookah mamis? (so where my hookah mamis?)
Ayo, in the club, forgot the ID (man, fuck outta here)
Throwin’ gang signs up in VIP

But I’m a hot boy, I need a hot girl (hot, hot, hot, hot)
Bitch, I’m a hot boy, I need a hot girl (hot, hot, hot, hot girl)
But all she really want is these dollas’ (is these dollas’)
But I’mma give her this dick, or she get nada (or she get nada)
All she really want is these dollas’ (all of these dollas’)
I tell that bitch, “Go and tell that to your fatha'” (to your fatha)

Pull up to the club with my shmoneys (I’m with my shmoneys)
I ain’t sayin’ how, but she movin’ funny (she movin’ funny)
But who them boys right there lookin’ funny? (lookin’ funny)
My shmurdas in this bitch, don’t be a dummy (ahh ahh ahh)
Um, actin’ boujee, bitch I don’t need ya’ (I don’t need ya’)
After hours, that amnesia
More shots to the [?] (haa)
Hol’ on bitch, let me roll my reefer
Love the dope, but I’m on the Keisha (I’m on the Keisha)
Smoke stank, smoke stank, coolin’ with my people (I’m with my people)
GS9, nigga we the army, nigga we the sequel (we the sequel)
We all one (one)
Nigga we all equal (we equal)
Like Calvin Klein (like Calvin Klein)
Nigga we so illegal (illegal)
More dolla’ signs (more dolla’ signs)
Nigga and then we treat ya’ (treat ya’)
Like a fuckin’ star, but they don’t really need ya’

But I’m a hot boy, I need a hot girl (hot,hot,hot,hot)
Bitch, I’m a hot boy, I need a hot girl (hot,hot,hot)
But all she really want is these dollas’ (is these dollas’)
But I’mma give her this dick, or she get nada (or she get nada)
All she really want is these dollas’ (all of these dollas’)
I tell that bitch, “Go and tell that to your fatha'” (to your fatha)

These niggas, they don’t like, my bitch is crazy (crazy)
And not that I’m conceited, I’m just different baby (baby)
She said, “Chewy, please”, a’ight, I’ve been conceited lately (a’ight)
But it’s only ’cause my trap phone been ringin’ crazy (crazy)
I ain’t never go to sleep, you can ask Swaysie (Swaysie)
I was in and out them buildin’s sellin’ crack baby (baby)
You in the crib, gettin’ high, thinkin’ ’bout a bitch (’bout a bitch)
I’m in the trap, gettin’ money, thinkin’ ’bout a brick (that’s what I do)
Give me a choppa with a hunnid hollows in that bitch (bow)
So when I pop ’em, that’s a hunnid hollows that they get (bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)
That boy, new bitch niggas, “Tell us where the fuckin’ Crips” (where they at?)
And when we blitz it, everybody gettin’ fuckin’ hit (gettin’ clapped)
To Elvis, to the kings. niggas make sense (gettin’ clapped)
‘Cause these bitch ass niggas wanna run his lips (gettin’ wrecked)

But I’m a hot boy, I need a hot girl (hot, hot, hot, hot)
Bitch, I’m a hot boy, I need a hot girl (hot, hot, hot, hot girl)
But all she really want is these dollas’ (is these dollas’)
But I’mma give her this dick, or she get nada (or she get nada)
All she really want is these dollas’ (all of these dollas’)
I tell that bitch, “Go and tell that to your fatha'” (to your fatha)

Written by; Rowdy Rebel, Bobby Shmurda

Rowdy Rebel Brand New Shmoney Lyrics ft Bobby Shmurda