New phone
Who's this?
I move too swift
Keep it to yourself
I don't need your two cents
Want a black Range Rover
With a Blue Benz
Yeah I feel like Hov
Cause I gave these dudes the Blue Print
New Phone
Who's this?
I move too swift
Keep it to yourself
I don't need your two cents
Want a black Range Rover
With a blue Benz
Till I feel like Tom
In my whip when I'm Cruisin'
I got smoke for all you rappers
Who might want some
I got a feelin all you rappers
Might not want none
When I spit I'm such a beast
Like a pit that's off the leash
So it's time I give em something
They can run from
40 yard dash to the bag
Gotta get it now
If you the type to always finish last
You should sit this out
I come from a place
Where they eat you up
And spit you out
Almost got lost along the way
But picked a different route
Please don't hit my phone
Unless you talking business
I ain't kidding
I've been money flipping like a gymnast
I just stayed consistent
Addicted to the money
Man I think I need an intervention
Beat the beat up
Until I leave it with a purple ribbon
I'm taking flight
Need a passport
12's at the front
Hit the back door
Really didn't wanna do it to em
But I feel this something
That they asked for
Make a quick move
Hit up Ranzali
Then he pulled up in a RAV4
I straight swish
I don't miss
Like I don't even need a back board
I'm in a league of my own
You not a king
So don't sit in my throne
Please just leave me alone
If it's not bout guala
Stop hitting my phone
Disappearing
And I'm gone in a flash
Today's date
I could make it your last
I've been paid
Cause I get to the cash
At this rate
I forever will spazz
Yeah Yeah
Will T - New Phone Lyrics
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New phone
Who's this?
I move too swift
Keep it to yourself
I don't need your two cents
Want a black Range Rover
With a Blue Benz
Yeah I feel like Hov
Cause I gave these dudes the Blue Print
New Phone
Who's this?
I move too swift
Keep it to yourself
I don't need your two cents
Want a black Range Rover
With a blue Benz
Till I feel like Tom
In my whip when I'm Cruisin'
I got smoke for all you rappers
Who might want some
I got a feelin all you rappers
Might not want none
When I spit I'm such a beast
Like a pit that's off the leash
So it's time I give em something
They can run from
40 yard dash to the bag
Gotta get it now
If you the type to always finish last
You should sit this out
I come from a place
Where they eat you up
And spit you out
Almost got lost along the way
But picked a different route
Please don't hit my phone
Unless you talking business
I ain't kidding
I've been money flipping like a gymnast
I just stayed consistent
Addicted to the money
Man I think I need an intervention
Beat the beat up
Until I leave it with a purple ribbon
I'm taking flight
Need a passport
12's at the front
Hit the back door
Really didn't wanna do it to em
But I feel this something
That they asked for
Make a quick move
Hit up Ranzali
Then he pulled up in a RAV4
I straight swish
I don't miss
Like I don't even need a back board
I'm in a league of my own
You not a king
So don't sit in my throne
Please just leave me alone
If it's not bout guala
Stop hitting my phone
Disappearing
And I'm gone in a flash
Today's date
I could make it your last
I've been paid
Cause I get to the cash
At this rate
I forever will spazz
Yeah Yeah
Who's this?
I move too swift
Keep it to yourself
I don't need your two cents
Want a black Range Rover
With a Blue Benz
Yeah I feel like Hov
Cause I gave these dudes the Blue Print
New Phone
Who's this?
I move too swift
Keep it to yourself
I don't need your two cents
Want a black Range Rover
With a blue Benz
Till I feel like Tom
In my whip when I'm Cruisin'
I got smoke for all you rappers
Who might want some
I got a feelin all you rappers
Might not want none
When I spit I'm such a beast
Like a pit that's off the leash
So it's time I give em something
They can run from
40 yard dash to the bag
Gotta get it now
If you the type to always finish last
You should sit this out
I come from a place
Where they eat you up
And spit you out
Almost got lost along the way
But picked a different route
Please don't hit my phone
Unless you talking business
I ain't kidding
I've been money flipping like a gymnast
I just stayed consistent
Addicted to the money
Man I think I need an intervention
Beat the beat up
Until I leave it with a purple ribbon
I'm taking flight
Need a passport
12's at the front
Hit the back door
Really didn't wanna do it to em
But I feel this something
That they asked for
Make a quick move
Hit up Ranzali
Then he pulled up in a RAV4
I straight swish
I don't miss
Like I don't even need a back board
I'm in a league of my own
You not a king
So don't sit in my throne
Please just leave me alone
If it's not bout guala
Stop hitting my phone
Disappearing
And I'm gone in a flash
Today's date
I could make it your last
I've been paid
Cause I get to the cash
At this rate
I forever will spazz
Yeah Yeah
Writer: Will Truitt
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid