New Shit - Z-Ro

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 mayne

Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne

Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne

Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne

Listen, if you were struggling, back in '97 when 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 2 shots or more

if you ever wonder why I didn’t ever come around

Cause your moma be like fuck you, nigga we don’t ever want you to come around

And Paris I found out 'bout you when you were damn near grown

I promise these baby momas 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 mayne

Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne

Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne

Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne

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

40 000 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 two’s then haters come in three’s

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 mayne

Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne

Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne

Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne

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 mane

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 mayne

Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne

Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne

Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne