Brand New Ap Lyrics by Fredo Bang & Rick Ross
Maybach Music
Brand new AP buss down
I’ll never cuff on a buss down, no
Made another hunnit and I put it in the vault
Gotta be safe when I’m counting this dough
When your rich like this, they ain’t telling you “No”
I’ll be damn if a bitch don’t touch her toes
Came from the streets, gotta keep that pole
I be rolling up opps, I’on smoke no dope
I got that shit on me now
I got that shit on me now
I got that shit on me now
I got that shit on me now
Way to wavy, I’m sticking like pudding
See me with a bitch and you know that I’m juggin’
Bitch play games, I’ma fuck on her sister
Way to player, I’on pay for no pussy
Popping these pills got my mouth looking crooked
If the bitch bad, I’ma eat on her cookies
I’ma feed her dick, she gon’ think that I cooked it
I’m a real n**, I’ll never take no pussy
Came from the trenches, and I’m thuggin’ like Pac
Ol’ weird ass bitch keep my pockets on watch
Ol’ lame ass n** wanna know what I got
These n*** be telling, I’on fuck with no cops
If she a real bitch, she gonna keep it on lock
Rich ass G, double G on my socks
Call me a rope, I’ma keep me a knot
Call me a lam, I’ma keep me a chop
I got that shit on me now
I got that shit on me now
I got that shit on me now
I got that shit on me now
Brand new AP buss down
I’ll never cuff on a buss down, no
Made another hunnit and I put it in the vault
Gotta be safe when I’m counting this dough
When your rich like this, they ain’t telling you “No”
I’ll be damn if a bitch don’t touch her toes
Came from the streets, gotta keep that pole
I be rolling up opps, I’on smoke no dope
Three M’s on a new Y
Fat boy, two 2 Pacs
Lebron hit me when his shoes dropped
Just send the Louies, don’t need the box
Lil’ boy, better know your business
Door to door like Jehovah Witness
All white, new Rich Mille
I’m invincible, so don’t go against me
Top down all night, n**
New teeth all white, n**
Fuck boy on sight, n**
I’m rich forever, whole life, n**
Brand new AP buss down
I’ll never cuff on a buss down, no
Made another hunnit and I put it in the vault
Gotta be safe when I’m counting this dough
When your rich like this, they ain’t telling you “No”
I’ll be damn if a bitch don’t touch her toes
Came from the streets, gotta keep that pole
I be rolling up opps, I’on smoke no dope