New Wave (prod. Retro Sushi)

Yuh! Trap!

They tryna copy the wave

Too many chains like a slave

Rich Forever getting paid

Money machine might break

Whoa wait

They tryna copy the style

Watch how I jump in the crowd

Reach for my chain, boy how

30 on me, swear to God, I'll bring him down. (Hold up, hold up)

They tryna copy the wave

Rich Forever getting paid

Broke rappers in here, feeling the hate (wait)

Real diamonds on me, biting them skrate (look)

All these rappers turning foo

They just wanna learn the moves

I got them hunnid's they blue

I spent a grip on my shoes

He got something, but that nigga got dropped

Audemar, that's a house on my watch

Came from nothing, now they want me to stop

Rings on me, I had holes in my socks

Wait

I remember in them days

Young used to have them braves

Swear to god I jump a gate

30 yea, right down my waste, might just catch a case

They tryna copy the wave

Too many chains like a slave

Rich Forever getting paid

Money machine might break

Whoa wait

They tryna copy the style

Watch how I jump in the crowd

Reach for my chain, boy how

30 on my me, swear to God, I'll bring him down

I walk right in the party

Red bottoms on, how you do that?

Wait

Lemme call up Rozay

Hold up, yea

"Bro where Rich at?"

Haha

These broke niggas keep talking

Yo bitch keep on stalking

Diamond on me, put em in a coffin (hold on)

Green money like Boston (wait)

I know you wanna join the wave

Wait, cool of, hey

Fuck yo little bitch with a brace

Can't fuck with them man they talk to the jakes (Oh man god Damn)

Blue money like the wave

Goyard on me, I'm paid

I leave a mess on her face

New foreign on the escalade

Imma just fuck on her friend

Young nigga, we setting trends

Rich forever, yea we win

Pull up in the Mas', nigga fuck a Benz

She want a bag, I can buy that

Break her off like a Kit-Kat

Got a lay her down, Maserati was black

Try to ride the wave, get hit with a mac

They tryna copy the wave

Too many chains like a slave

Rich Forever getting paid

Money machine might break

Whoa wait

They tryna copy the style

Watch how I jump in the crowd

Reach for my chain, boy how

30 on my me, swear to God, I'll bring him down