Lyrics of New Money - Calvin Harris

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Gucci on me, check (21), Hermes, check
Louis v', check, yeah, Fendi cost a check (yeah)
Diamonds on my neck (yeah), make your bitch wet (yeah)
Treat me like a king (yeah), no disrespect (21)

Show you how to ball (ball), meet me at the mall (mall)
She said: Why you hard? Bitch, I'm a dog (roof)
Went and bought a 'rari (21), left the shit parked (parked)
I ain't with the Twitter shit, I let it spark (fah)

Gucci garments, Kush smell like armpits
You domestic, all I ride is foreign shit
Sippin' hi-tec and I got high-tech
I got new money, it ain't even out yet

You went bought a plane ticket, but I chartered it
Tryna hit yo' main thing, let me borrow it
Sippin' hi-tec and I got high-tech
I got new money, it ain't even out yet

Ridin' in a coupe (21), tryna find a route (21)
Draco in the seat make ya chicken noodle soup (yeah)
Jumped off the stoop, never wore a suit (21)
Rap niggas come around savage, get screwed (on God)

Fuck my best partner, make that bitch drop him (on God)
Never sold drugs, nigga, I'm a robber (yeah)
Lil' bitch bother, hit dawg, holler
Hit my first lick, went and bought Armani collar (on God)

Gucci garments, Kush smell like armpits
You domestic, all I ride is foreign shit
Sippin' hi-tech and I got high-tech
I got new money, it ain't even out yet

You went bought a plane ticket, but I chartered it
Tryna hit yo' main thing, let me borrow it
Sippin' hi-tech and I got high-tech
I got new money, it ain't even out yet

Gucci garments, Kush smell like armpits
You domestic, all I ride is foreign shit
Sippin' hi-tech and I got high-tech
I got new money, it ain't even out yet

You went bought a plane ticket, but I chartered it
Tryna hit yo' main thing—
Sippin' hi-tech and I got high-tech
I got new money, it ain't even out yet