Artist: Lil Wayne Album: The Drought Is Over Pt. 4 Song: Brand New Typed by: flashskillz@yahoo.com [Chorus] Ridin round the city, with some brand new heat Brand new car, brand new feet Brand new seats, brand new smell Put out the roach, light a brand new L [Hook] Fuck you bitch, I'm actin brand new Fuck you bitch, my shirt brand new Fuck you bitch, my shoes brand new Fuck you bitch, I'm actin brand new [Lil Wayne] I'm cold like a midnight in Aspin I am a president, and the assassin Cameras on, big lights, action Welcome to the show, I am the main attraction Money in the mattress, money in the attic Money on my mind, money is my habit Stay on the grind, until money's automatic Bitch I love money, I'ma fuckin fanatic Always strapped, gripped type graspin Say what? Who me? Click clack, blast em Chrome 24s tires thin like, napkin Gotta ride big, cause I am like a captain You know I'm a boss, chillin, relaxin Probably in my office, doin my taxes You litte niggas, so not in my bracket And I don't even have time to practice [Chorus] [Hook] Fuck you bitch, I'm actin brand new (brand new) Fuck you bitch, my shirt brand new (brand new) Fuck you bitch, my shoes brand new (brand new) Fuck you bitch, I'm actin brand new (brand new) [Lil Wayne] Tight, ridiculous price Ya camera has never saw a picture this nice I'm fishin and the bitches will bite It's probably cause my game is fixodent tight Right, I'm fuckin every bad bitch twice And if she doesn't wear panties, then I fuck her on sight I'm nasty like Spice, I know what she likes I could make a black women scream, like she white I can make a white woman scream, like Mike But before she start singin, she gotta check my mic Niggas just hatin, and I done lost sight It's like I don't see 'em, I only see the light Talkin that shit, but you boys just hype I hope you bring a gun to the fight Aight, Louis V. tennis shoes, big brown stripe You think you fresh, shit nigga, I'm ripe [Chorus] [Hook] Fuck you bitch, I'm actin brand new (brand new) Fuck you bitch, my shirt brand new (brand new) Fuck you bitch, my shoes brand new (them too) Fuck you bitch, I'm actin brand new (okay) [Lil Wayne] Brand new coupe, drivin crazy then a mothas Sittin low in the seats, with the burners sittin under Got my tank-top, top down, it probably aint summer But I ride like that, cause I'm hotter then them others Damn, it's no keep up with the brother man I could spekk my name, in burnt rubber I'm gone, leave me alone, while the dog is at supper You could wash my plate, and put it back in the cupboard Uh um, I'm so far ahead of them suckers I'ma hafta start rappin in numbers I promise the flow don't stop, they come rappin like thunder I bet you hide under your covers [Chorus] [Hook] Fuck you bitch, I'm actin brand new (brand new) Fuck you bitch, my shirt brand new (brand new) Fuck you bitch, my shoes brand new (them too) Fuck you bitch, I'm actin brand new (yah)