New b*tch lyrics

[Intro]
Quan

[Verse 1]
Beacon up to that top dollar
Tryna give looks like the Met Gala
Rock my own brand, I don't buy Prada
b*tch, you get Raffi and Escada
Worn out like a flip-flop
b*tches pumped up till they tits raw
Got a f*ck face, now they lips lock
You can get surge' till your sh*t pop
b*tch stop
Get smacked or you get dropped
Times up, it's tick-tock
Five years and you still flop
Yo, I'm dead like Rick Ross
n*ggas pus*y, better press pause
Shake my ass when I'm on tour
Makin' money, n*gga, bet's off (Bet's off)

[Chorus]
New day, new sh*t
New money, new b*tch
f*ck a n*gga face in a new whip
Damn, I'm feelin' like a new b*tch
New day, new sh*t
New money, new b*tch
f*ck a n*gga face in a new whip
Damn, I'm feelin' like a new b*tch
[Verse 2]
pus*y poppin' like Redenbacher
No limit, sook shocker
Talk slick, I'ma have to sock 'em
My f*ckin' life is like a damn opera
Don't be talkin' sh*t, don't be talkin' greasy
Got your man on speed dial, he probably need me
I don't f*ck with these hoes, they coochie cheesy
When I f*ck your man, he gon' be glad to please me
When he leave ya ass, you gon' be hella mad
I don't even need it, he hella trash
I'ma f*ckin' boss, gotta get the bag
Sittin' on my throne, givin' hella swag
I'm gettin' tens all across the world
You get your tens from a bottom, girl
Let's face it ma, I'm a damn queen
Every man's thought, every man's dream
He could buy me Fendi, he could buy me Gucci
In his Range Rover, I'ma spark a loosie
When I ride his face, I'ma off his coofy
Call Jay and Nas for that Wally Oochie
Cut to the chase, I'm first place
Touch me, tease me, call a pace
I'm the best, it's no debate
Better check it out, you f*ckin' late
[Chorus]
New day, new sh*t
New money, new b*tch
f*ck a n*gga face in a new whip
Damn, I'm feelin' like a new b*tch
New day, new sh*t
New money, new b*tch
f*ck a n*gga face in a new whip
Damn, I'm feelin' like a new b*tch