New Shit

If you don't like my new shit you can go back to my old shit
 Matter fact y'all haters ain't gotta jam none of my shit
 Y'all haters can eat my whole dick
 I don't do this for y'all
 Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man
 Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man
 Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man
 Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man
 Listen, if you were struggling, makin' 9 to 7 wehen I started this
 And your ass still struggling in 2016, you hustle is garbage bitch
 I can't stay in the same old place, I gotta keep on movin'
 And since the music keep on playing, I gotta keep on groovin'
 That's why I keep on winning and these bitch niggas keep on losing
 And FYI I've been single since '97, that's why I keep on doin'
 They keep on killin' me but I keep on livin', that's what I keep on doing
 It's me against the world like 2Pac Shakur
 So anybody can get it, give them two shots or more
 If you ever wonder why I didn't never ever come around
 'Cause your momma be like, "Fuck you
 Nigga we don't ever want you to come around"
 In Paris I found out 'bout you when you were damn near grown
 I promise these baby mommas these days
 Ain't worth the flesh that they are printed on
 If you don't like my new shit you can go back to my old shit
 Matter fact y'all haters ain't gotta jam none of my shit
 Y'all haters can eat my whole dick
 I don't do this for y'all
 Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man
 Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man
 Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man
 Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man
 You can say what you want about me, I don't mind
 'Cause I'm a diamond homie, I'll be damned if I don't shine
 Forty thousand people holdin' my legs, I'm still gon' climb
 And even though they got their own homie, they still want mine
 I heard Z-Ro ain't this and Z-Ro ain't that
 Z-Ro ain't havin' no money and Z-Ro can't rap
 Z-Ro don't give a damn 'long as he roll make stacks
 His credit card ain't got a color, how the fuck you love that?
 Foreign cars that's all I'm ridin'
 I hear you haters talkin' funny, that's why I be smiling, cheese
 If money come in twos, then haters come in threes
 But without them there's no me
 I love my haters
 If you don't like my new shit you can go back to my old shit
 Matter fact y'all haters ain't gotta jam none of my shit
 Y'all haters can eat my whole dick
 I don't do this for y'all
 Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man
 Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man
 Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man
 Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man
 Grown men gossiping 'bout other grown men
 Ain't that what bitches do? Then y'all niggas ain't grown men
 I hate to say it but I got niggas on my team that be watching my pocket
 They don't put in the work like I put in the work
 But they want what I got in my pocket
 Y'all can keep on talkin' 'cause y'all just talkin' and that's a damn shame
 Nobody know y'all in home
 But I'll do Africa, they know my damn name
 Takin' over this world with real nigga music, that's my plan mane
 Players do what we wanna do and y'all haters do what y'all can, man
 If you don't like my new shit you can go back to my old shit
 Matter fact y'all haters ain't gotta jam none of my shit
 Y'all haters can eat my whole dick
 I don't do this for y'all
 Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man
 Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man
 Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man
 Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man