New Jack City (feat. Eastside 80's, FL Eaze & Rocaine)

作曲：LIL BABY

作词：LIL BABY

Do things big money big money sad

Things again

Sad things again

Oh money darling

Seven days seven ways

Almighty god you haunt me haunt me

Love sixty more

Living just to know

Living just for the city

Living just to know

Living just for the city

She had a couple ** copping a plea

I was laughing at them ** who was calling off

Beef fruit

He ran them ** who was quick on their feet

Having meetings about them presents

Nine thousand a week

Beat smooth I got some ** have a seeds about me

So rule ** the money just a reason about me

Removes little ** what you pay

For that peace

Thirty two ** I got them couple racks in the street

He who baby and haters get the crack for aye

Big coupe thirty racks and shots built in the seat

Big goose from can take you to the d to the v

Take me to the type of shoes

I bring it back to my freak two song

Pressure left me with a box in the key

Alright ** up

I seen them last and he was locked in the sleep

So what I'm sipping lean too many problems for me

Guess what I came up I flee powder and beans

Just be me

Living just for the city

Living just enough

Living just for the city

Money he had a couple ** copping that d

I front a ** when he only coming copping from me

I was laughing at the ** who forgot about me

Farmers she ** the only time I shopping it

Did tee just facetime sauce to say he on e

He move a half a brick a week that ** waiting on me

You lose lil ** what you pay for that peace

Bout twenty five

My pills buy got hit for that last week

Ain't no motherfucking love in my city

They living for the mud in my city

From the slums in my city

I'm chilling with the thugs in my city

We looking for the plugs in my city

Out the city bring them ** to our city

We might send some crumbs to your city

A ** tryna die with them sluts

Still up in them little baby

Why they tripping on ** we done

Did we out here living to die

Niggadying to live **

Living just enough

Living just for the city

Living just enough

Living just for the city

It's a couple shots

Rhyme at ah boy and black

You don't know I'm down rap

Rap aye you don't know where I'm at what

I can have a million dollars still

Trap trap trap every mile you like you do something

Do something I don't got one girl few of couple hoes

** I don't give a ** about your brother

I'm a motherfucking story thug a thug

** it's a lot of options in the spot in the spot

Eight gloss two and chops in the spot

Aye you ain't no killer

Cut it up

What so high eyes look like fetty wap ha ha ha **

** my ** booby chop the top like ** fuck

Thirty thirties mad tens ** I be thug

** lie say hit the titty boy

Flooded what ** everybody know you working

Slip the money puss

Living just enough

Living just for the city

Living just enough

Living just for the same day

I got ** to straight gorillas

Take you out your ** with no feelings

Them boys will kill you

Yeah young ** who handle business

Juggling every state and june

I can be my witness

Aye finesse lord

** got a car from

Eighty eight saying invest in these bricks

And little baby on the west

Making the killer with scripts

Refilling the scripts

Shoot them out of town on the trip

Sit back and watch the pros load up like the stick

Quick to kill a ** quick you try to take my **

Hey

For the paper ** I hate you I took

Make a hundred risk for this rollie and cuban bracelet

** scared to take a risk

And my ** all dodging cases

Aye you the feds they steady watching

We still getting money

We plugged we ain't stopping

Riding round with row

He tripping he got the chopper baby just enough

Leave me just for one

I'm sitting living just to know

Living just for

Dancing in