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    New whip, new car, new coupe
    New fit, new swag, new shoe
    New bitch, new broad, new boo
    I win, I win, you lose
    Who would've ever knew?
    New life, new, new view

    New fit, new swag, new coupe
    New fit, new swag, new coupe
    New fit, new swag, new shoe
    New bitch look like new new
    New bitch look like new new
    New shit, new life, new view
    New shit, new life, new view

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    New shit, yeah, don't get it confused
    With that other shit, yeah, 'cause I'm not like you
    I'm on some other shit, yeah, I'm on some whole 'nother other, uh
    Other shit, uh, I'm on some whole new
    New fit, new car
    New bitch, new broad
    New crew, new entourage
    Fuck that shit, I don't need nobody at all
    All these niggas do is complain, all these niggas do is sob
    I'm ridin' 'round in the back of that range, and I'm gettin' me some top
    Lil' shawty goin' too insane, I told her: Baby girl, don't stop
    Keep goin' until you get lockjaw
    I'm gettin' money, these niggas gettin' robbed
    I spent two-fifty just on chains
    Spent like one-eighty on both of my wrists
    And I bust down my teeth, no, these not johnny dang
    And I copped the ap, yeah, it's plain
    What I'm coppin' out of your price range
    My new swag, you cannot obtain
    I sent my new bitch edible arrangements
    Bitch, I'm rich, it ain't nothin' I can't get
    I spent four k on a blanket
    My new bitch, yeah, she a model
    Her ass flat, but I'ma still spank it

    New whip, new car
    New fit, new swag
    New bitch, she bad
    New fit, new swag, new shoe
    New bitch, new broad, new boo

    New fit, new swag, new coupe
    New fit, new swag, new coupe
    New fit, new swag, new shoe
    New bitch look like new new
    New bitch look like new new
    New shit, new life, new view
    New shit, new life, new view

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    Composition: Ken Carson and Gabriel Rousseau

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