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Official ‘New Money’ Lyrics by Calvin Harris Ft 21 Savage

Calvin Harris and 21 Savage Lyrics

Read the official lyrics to ‘New Money’ by Calvin Harris, featuring 21 Savage. New Money is the second track on Calvin Harris’ upcoming album, Funk Way Bounces Vol.2.

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Official New Money Lyrics by Calvin Harris Ft 21 Savage
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Calvin Harris & 21 Savage – New Money Lyrics

Intro: 21 Savage
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Verse 1: 21 Savage
Gucci on me, check (21), Hermes, check (Check)
Louis V’, check, yeah, Fendi cost a check (Yeah)
Diamonds on my neck (Yeah), I make your bitch wet (Yeah)
Treat me like a king (Yeah), no disrespect (21)
Show you how to ball (Ball), meet me at the mall (Mall)
She said, “Why you bark?” Bitch, I’m a dog (Roof)
Went and bought a ‘Rari (21), left the shit parked (Parked)
I ain’t with the Twitter shit, I let it spark (Fah)

Chorus: 21 Savage
Gucci garments, kush smell like armpits
You domеstic, all I ride is foreign shit
Sipping Hi-Tech and I got a hot TEC
I got nеw money, it ain’t even out yet
You went bought a plane ticket, but I chartered it
Tryna hit your main thing, let me borrow it
Sipping Hi-Tech and I got a hot TEC
I got new money, it ain’t even out yet

Verse 2: 21 Savage
Riding in a coupe (21), tryna find a route (Yeah)
Draco in the seat make you chicken noodle soup (Yeah)
Jumped off the stoop (Yeah), never wore a suit (21)
Rap niggas come around Savage, get screwed (On God)
Fuck my best partner, make the bitch drop him (On God)
Never sold drugs, nigga, I’m a robber (Yeah)
Lil’ bitch bother, hit dawg, holler
Hit my first lick, went and bought a Marni collar (On God)

Chorus: 21 Savage
Gucci garments, kush smell like armpits
You domestic, all I ride is foreign shit
Sipping Hi-Tech and I got a hot TEC
I got new money, it ain’t even out yet
You went bought a plane ticket, but I chartered it
Tryna hit your main thing, let me borrow it
Sipping Hi-Tech and I got a hot TEC
I got new money, it ain’t even out yet

Chorus: 21 Savage
Gucci garments, kush smell like armpits
You domestic, all I ride is foreign shit
Sipping Hi-Tech and I got a hot TEC
I got new money, it ain’t even out yet
You went bought a plane ticket, but I chartered it
Tryna hit your main thing
Sipping Hi-Tech and I got a hot TEC
I got new money, it ain’t even out yet

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