Artist: Bas
Album:  Last Winter 
Song:   New World Order (N.W.O)
Typed by: Cedmaster3K 

[Intro: Bas]
I swear it feel like, I swear it feel like..
I swear it feel like, a quarter to midnight 
Ridin' in this five, bumpin' my own shit
... Bumpin' my own shit 
Pedal to the floor, I ain't brakin' no more, nah

[Chorus: Bas]
And we get paid, that's off words 
And I been made hoe, that's my word
Hoe, that's my word!
This shit is for life, N.W.O
I ain't hittin' you back, I'm done with you hoes
N.W.O 

[Bas]
Money growin' farms, gotta get your figures up 
Gotta grow an arm 'fore you pull your niggas up 
Spend it on a bond money, you was savin' up
And all they could respond is you never gave enough
Everything gratuitous 
You don't want a pot to piss, you want a pool to piss 
Never takin' it for granted like I'm new to this
Keep my waitress heavy handed, fuck my stewardess 
"Who is this sick nigga?" Jealousy a trait saved for you bitch niggas
So wait bitch, hold up, get a hold of this nigga 
Just got out the meeting and they talkin' big figures
But I'ma need more money than these drop a brick niggas 
Convos and commas, convos and K's 
If that's what you talkin' hoe, convos for days 
Sky so big, got condos in space 
Let's save the world, all in good taste 

[Chorus]

[Bas]
I got us a worth berth, that's the truest of it 
A bird lose itself worth, that's the Louie of it 
Why so, mater-ial-istic?
Life will, pass you, ego-tistic
It's how the universe work, that's the beauty of it 
Seen you from the first twerk, that's the booty of it 
Lately, been so, hedo-nistic
Give me, ass, don't, need no, friendship 
Livin' life, all my tickets copped one way 
And these bitches all in my runway 
As of late, I drink and smoke everyday 
Hesitate, just another shot you never take 
Ridin' down the block in the Rari (that's me)
Tryna' squeeze two hoes besides me (squeeze)
Six at the club, turned twelve at the hotel 
You would think these hoes Saimese 
And they got hommies, bodies 
And they roll L's if I let them ride shotty 
Cause that's all it would take
Let's save the world, all in good taste

[Chorus]

[Bas]
Me? I'm too fly, y'all sweet
Y'all niggas fruit flies, y'all speak
Y'all niggas hoopla, y'all weak
Y'all in a hoop ride - vroom!
No, I must be the coldest
Walk up in the room (vroom) 
And ya bitch old
I'm lookin' for some new's 
...
I must be the coldest
Walk up in the room 
And ya bitch old
I'm lookin' for some new's