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New Money Ya Video (MV)




Performed By: WakeUpIda
Language: English
Length: 2:00
Written by: Wake IDA




WakeUpIda - New Money Ya Lyrics
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Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya
Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya
I just took two sips I'm feeling nauseous, nauseous
I don't usually drink cause I'mma talk my shit regardless
Walking down rick kicks, cooling with a bad bitch
Said I make that fire shit, I'mma make us both rich
New money fast car look like I do tax fraud
Ain't no service in the hills so I ain't taking no calls
But you know I'm calling shots from Canada to Nassau
Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya
Dog food, what my niggas serving, like the Wimbledon
Cat nip, for these pussy niggas, you can't call me twin
F*ck that shit they saying we ain't playing nice
Bro just caught a body call him Jerry Rice
On the west coast I been catching flights
I just copped some red pour it in the sprite
Trapping out the N-A-P
Could've copped a GLE
What I made off ZZZ
What y'all niggas know bout me
Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya
Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya
I just took two sips I'm feeling nauseous, nauseous
I don't usually drink cause I'mma talk my shit regardless
Walking down rick kicks, cooling with a bad bitch
Said I make that fire shit, I'mma make us both rich
New money fast car look like I do tax fraud
Ain't no service in the hills so I ain't taking no calls
But you know I'm calling shots from Canada to Nassau
Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya
Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya
Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya
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Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya
Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya
I just took two sips I'm feeling nauseous, nauseous
I don't usually drink cause I'mma talk my shit regardless
Walking down rick kicks, cooling with a bad bitch
Said I make that fire shit, I'mma make us both rich
New money fast car look like I do tax fraud
Ain't no service in the hills so I ain't taking no calls
But you know I'm calling shots from Canada to Nassau
Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya
Dog food, what my niggas serving, like the Wimbledon
Cat nip, for these pussy niggas, you can't call me twin
F*ck that shit they saying we ain't playing nice
Bro just caught a body call him Jerry Rice
On the west coast I been catching flights
I just copped some red pour it in the sprite
Trapping out the N-A-P
Could've copped a GLE
What I made off ZZZ
What y'all niggas know bout me
Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya
Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya
I just took two sips I'm feeling nauseous, nauseous
I don't usually drink cause I'mma talk my shit regardless
Walking down rick kicks, cooling with a bad bitch
Said I make that fire shit, I'mma make us both rich
New money fast car look like I do tax fraud
Ain't no service in the hills so I ain't taking no calls
But you know I'm calling shots from Canada to Nassau
Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya
Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya
Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya
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Writer: Wake IDA
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