[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
Bitch, you get Raffi and Escada
Worn out like a flip-flop
Bitches pumped up till they tits raw
Got a fuck face, now they lips lock
You can get surge' till your shit pop
Bitch 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
Niggas pussy, better press pause
Shake my ass when I'm on tour
Makin' money, nigga, bet's off (Bet's off)

[Chorus] New day, new shit
New money, new bitch
Fuck a nigga face in a new whip
Damn, I'm feelin' like a new bitch
New day, new shit
New money, new bitch
Fuck a nigga face in a new whip
Damn, I'm feelin' like a new bitch

[Verse 2] Pussy poppin' like Redenbacher
No limit, sook shocker
Talk slick, I'ma have to sock 'em
My fuckin' life is like a damn opera
Don't be talkin' shit, don't be talkin' greasy
Got your man on speed dial, he probably need me
I don't fuck with these hoes, they coochie cheesy
When I fuck 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' late

[Chorus] New day, new shit
New money, new bitch
Fuck a nigga face in a new whip
Damn, I'm feelin' like a new bitch
New day, new shit
New money, new bitch
Fuck a nigga face in a new whip
Damn, I'm feelin' like a new bitch