Artist: Tech N9ne f/ Jeff James, JL, Rittz Album: Strange Reign Song: Brand New Hunnids Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Jeff James] Ay, ay I'ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid Ay, 'bout that life, I ain't never ran from it Ay, e'rywhere I go try and get to the money Ay, e'rywhere I go try and get to the money [Rittz] I've been feelin like Pablo in the Wells Fargo I ain't here to talk about a car loan Pockets of my cargo shorts full of money And a duffel bag stuffed full, hard to keep the zipper on the top closed You can barely pay your car note Why you mad at me because your credit score low? I done gone broke but I bounced back, leanin on the counter while she look at my account, "Can I have a lollipop?" Don't run the game flirtin with the bank teller I can tell she thinkin I'm a cocaine dealer I got cash cause I rap, I don't trap I was hurtin when I didn't have money, now the paper like a painkiller The internet say I'm worth four mil' It used to be a way worse ordeal No more dollar menu orders, eatin four-course meals Thought I was a winner, look at what the scoreboard said Forrest Gump with the ends on the cat runnin On the way to make a milli, you can bet on me You sittin still like a crash test dummy like you got a check comin Tryna flash, you ain't got Tech money You ain't ever live lavish, tryna be Travis You ain't even built like that You been livin in a fantasy knowin that you can't achieve I'ma tell you real life fast, keep it real like, that Yeah, Rittz, bitch [Chorus: Jeff James] I'ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid Ay, 'bout that life, I ain't never ran from it Ay, e'rywhere I go try and get to the money Ay, ay, e'rywhere I go try and get to the money Ay, I'ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid Ay, 'bout that life, I ain't never ran from it Ay, e'rywhere I go try and get to the money Ay, e'rywhere I go try and get to the money [Tech N9ne] Get some big ones Shit comes, quick son, ditch 'em Cause they gonna get to beggin from the rich one for the money for tummy, booty and they tits done Cross yo' neck with a razor For the fetty when they see you livin major How they comin for money your job paid ya when not even one of them did a little bit of labor With them brand new hunnids, damn you done it Not a way somebody can ever ban you from it How can you stomach the poverty? I hit the lottery so when you go in the pile can you plummet Damn you stuntin On the land when you expand the grands they gonna stand who run it And the jam you brung it (cha!) Comin from all the fans the Kansas City man do gun it (cha!) Take all the paper, don't let the paper take ya Big money maker you're gonna wait to vapors From all the haters they wanna waste ya Like a trip when they hit a gallon of Jäger Off with the money is why they shoot ya Cause they jealous they makin the shotty juice ya I ain't slippin or givin nobody boosters I keep the brim a hunnid cause Tech is a crowded poosta Nigga, ay, hahaha [Chorus] [JL] Like a brand new hunnid dollar bill When they put the light to me they will know that I'm real I'ma get to the money but I give 'em what they can build And I rock at the rigorous on the go without a chill We two up, it's too much money to be made Too much money for me to ever be a slave Too much money for me to not wanna get out of the bed and go get it Somebody already gettin paid It don't matter if you rappin or thuggin, be stackin or pluggin It's either you are slackin or pumpin, I bet that you want it They give in if you huff at the oven and you wrappin a couple of 'em Movin two by four like Jim Duggan, you buggin If you don't got a lucrative hustle Lookin for loot producin part of productive cause you gotta be tough and plus you gotta do what you must do Throw it when you win, they will son the rustle But I see hawks when I see these thot tonight read thoughts Let 'em +Wonder+ 'bout the bread He financially flaunts cause he know what she wants Let alone fucks, I give 'em the photo cred Even though I do collect the dough I haven't changed yet Never quit, never sit waitin for a paycheck to the paid jet Then get lifted like a weight set With a loud pack hit a +Chronic+ like a Dre set J high? That's a safe bet, ay [Chorus]