[Chorus: Flowars}
I wanna run up a check
Tell all my friends that I'm next
I wanna flex on my ex
Hundred thousand on my neck
I want a brand new whip
I want a brand new bitch
I'm feelin' brand new bitch
I'm feelin' brand new
Brand new, brand new
I wanna run up a check
Tell all my friends that I'm next
I wanna flex on my ex
Hundred thousand on my neck
I want a brand new whip
I want a brand new bitch
I'm feelin' brand new bitch
I'm feelin' brand new
Brand new, brand new

[Verse 1: Ghosty]
I wanna jump on the stage
I'll go insane
Carry me out of the place
I've been away
On a vacay
Trying to find out who ima be
Who ima be
Ima be number one
Up in a tree with my glasses on
Nigel Uno with the code-name
Feelin sleepy no codine
I been around
Out in my town
Outta my head
Outta my mind
I've just been searching and trying to find
Something that's worth all the sacrifice
I just wanna pull with my team
Make sure they all eat
Chillin' with a baddies from my dreams
Swerving in my lane, avoiding lames
Fell insane with these big dreams trapped up in my brain
Wish that I could numb the pain
Novacaine on my mind, like a dentist
Lately my thoughts are relentless
Lately my heart has been travelling out there in Venice
Maybe it's Paris
Baby let head to to Tokyo
Don't care bout no fucking hoes
Can't really give a shit about a thot
Can't really give a fuck about what
Who the fuck are you
Who the fuck are you tryna tell me
I am not the one
This shit really just begun
I'm just tryna fill up all the stands
I'm just tryna pull up my crew
Like goddamn
Tell me in the best cause i am
I'm the young ghost going ham
Little deadboy growing up from the sand, from the dirt
When you hear it it hurts
And I hope that it hurts bitch
[Chorus: Flowars}
I wanna run up a check
Tell all my friends that I'm next
I wanna flex on my ex
Hundred thousand on my neck
I want a brand new whip
I want a brand new bitch
I'm feelin' brand new bitch
I'm feelin' brand new
Brand new, brand new
I wanna run up a check
Tell all my friends that I'm next
I wanna flex on my ex
Hundred thousand on my neck
I want a brand new whip
I want a brand new bitch
I'm feelin' brand new bitch
I'm feelin' brand new
Brand new, brand new

[Verse 2: Flowars]
I'm dripping off shit that I'm thrifting
I keep my money efficient
I keep my honey from sticking
Licking my lips in the kitchen
Oh you done copped you a new fit
Oh you been rocking some new shit
Feel like no body else do this
Homie I'll tell you the truth is
You gotta stretch all you bread out
Planning for decades ahead now
Lately i just let my head lay
Watching these n***as whose bread fade
Counting the days till I get paid
Stroking my dick on the feds face
I really fuck with this head space
I really fuck with this bread chase
I really fuck with the bread chase
You got called out now you red faced
Spending money you don't have
Designer brands that's a fad boy
Catch me rockin' shit I thrift
Fifteen dollars that on a fit
Yea I'm looking clean as shit
When I go out hide your bitch, woah
[Chorus: Flowars}
I wanna run up a check
Tell all my friends that I'm next
I wanna flex on my ex
Hundred thousand on my neck
I want a brand new whip
I want a brand new bitch
I'm feelin' brand new bitch
I'm feelin' brand new
Brand new, brand new