Brand New AMG - Joey Fatts, Larry June

Another Mike D Exclusive

Ayy, turn me up, yeah

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Brand new AMG, I got it out the streets, huh

Your bitch wanna lay with me, I tell her pay the fee

She mad she cannot get away with me

I make her bleed her feet, huh

Lil bitch, don’t play with me, you know I play for keeps, yeah

Brand new AMG, I got it out the streets, huh

Your bitch wanna lay with me, I tell her pay the fee

She mad she cannot get away with me

I make her bleed her feet, huh

Lil bitch, don’t play with me, you know I play for keeps, yeah

The dealer said they got them coupes in

I was taught to wear it if the shoe fit

Trap nigga, never been to Ruth’s Chris

But this cup costs three steaks, I just pour like four sips

I don’t do the dinner dates, girl, you know what time it is

I’m cookin' dope inside the crib

Ferrari up inside the fridge

Bitch, I got to do it big for Venice and my mama kids

These jeans is Undercover, see the patchwork where my pockets is

Can’t fuck without a rubber, she gon' hit me where my pockets is

Dior, Ralph, all type of shit

You do the math, that’s all type of chips

Sell dope but rappin', we all types of rich

Smokin' blues off that foil, you niggas hypes and shit

Just spent a house on this foreign, my bitch don’t like the shit

Facts

Brand new AMG, I got it out the streets, huh

Your bitch wanna lay with me, I tell her pay the fee

She mad she cannot get away with me

I make her bleed her feet, huh

Lil bitch, don’t with me

You know I play for keeps, yeah

Brand new AMG, I got it out the streets, huh

Your bitch wanna lay with me, I tell her pay the fee

She mad she cannot get away with me

I make her bleed her feet, huh

Lil bitch, don’t with me

You know I play for keeps, yeah

All I know is mack-mack

AMG, I had to grab

All I know is stack-stack

Bitch, you know I mastered that

Look, I ain’t goin' for that

I was movin' bowls for that

Twenty bands, show for that

Maybach, chauffeur that

Cuban link, few of that

My hood, good in that

AMG race the Hellcat

Loud pack, know you smellin' that

Got the bitch named

Phone call, ‘nother hunid bands

Hammer make a nigga runnin' mad

Hey, bitch, hand me that alkaline water, please

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Magnum bottles all in my living room

Twelve-hunid a piece, lil nigga, I am not you

Sippin' on this matcha, sun' slight, you should slide through

Recede in the back of the Benz, I really spent two

Brand new AMG, I got it out the streets, huh

Your bitch wanna lay with me, I tell her pay the fee

She mad she cannot get away with me

I make her bleed her feet, huh

Lil bitch, don’t play with me

You know I play for keeps, yeah

Brand new AMG, I got it out the streets, huh

Your bitch wanna lay with me, I tell her pay the fee

She mad she cannot get away with me

I make her bleed her feet, huh

Lil bitch, don’t play with me

You know I play for keeps, yeah