Tech N9ne – Brand New Hunnids (feat. Jl, Rittz & Frizz) (Uncensored)

The internet say I’m worth four mil
Ay, ay
You ain’t ever live lavish, tryna be Travis
Ay
And a duffel bag stuffed full, hard to keep the zipper on the top closed
On the way to make a milli you can bet on me
Take all the paper don’t let the paper take ya
[Hook: Frizz]
[Hook: Frizz]
Nigga, ay
Gotta be tough and plus you gotta do what you must do
Jay high that’s a safe bet
Ay, ay
I’ma tell you real life fast
Ay
It don’t matter if you rappin’ or thuggin’, be stackin’ or pluggin’
Too much money for me to ever be a slave
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
[Verse 1: Rittz]
Ay
For the fetty when they see you livin’ major
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
With a loud pack, hit a chronic like a Dre set
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
For the money for tummy, booty, and they tits done
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t ever ran from it
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay
With them brand new hunnids
Tryna flash, you ain’t got Tech money
How can you stomach
No more dollar menu orders, eating four course meals
I can tell she thinking I’m a cocaine dealer

We two up, it’s too much money to be made
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay, ay
Look even if you hover at the oven and you wrapping a couple of ’em
Throw it when you win, they will son the rustle
Cross yo neck with a razor
I see hawks when I see these thots, and I read thoughts
Ay
I got cash ’cause I rap, I don’t trap
Thought I was a winner look at what the scoreboard said
[Hook: Frizz]
Somebody already gettin’ paid
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money

‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
Ay
Even though I do collect the dough, I haven’t changed yet
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
The poverty I hit the lottery
Let them wonder ‘bout the bread
Why you mad at me because your credit score low
Big money maker you’re gonna wait to vapor
I’ma get to the money
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
When they put the light to me they will know that I’m real
I was hurting when I didn’t have money, now the paper like a painkiller
Ay
Damn you done it
When not even one of them did a little bit of labor

I ain’t slippin’ or givin’ nobody boosters

Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
How they comin’ for money ya job paid ya
Leaning on the counter while she look at my account
Ay

Yeah
Can I have a lollipop though
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Moving two by fours like Jim Duggan, you buggin’
Like you got a check coming
Ay, ay
You can barely pay a car note
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Forrest Gump with the ends on the cat running
I ain’t here to talk about a car loan
I keep the brim a hunnid ’cause Tech is a crowded poosta
Ay
Damn you stuntin’
Looking for loot producing part of productive ’cause you
[Verse 3: JL]

To the paid jet, then get lifted like a weight set
I done gone broke but I bounced back
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
I’ve been feeling like Pablo in the Wells Fargo
Pockets on my cargo shorts full of money
Ay
Ay
Ay
Like a trip when they hit a gallon of Jäger
They gonna stand who run it and the jam you brung it
From all the haters they wanna waste ya
Keep it real like that

Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Get some big ones, shit comes, quick son ditch ’em
Ay
On the land when you expand the grands
‘Cause they gonna get to begging from the rich one
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Like a brand new hunnid dollar bill
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
You ain’t ever built like that
He financially flaunts cause he know what she wants
Ay
Ay
Ay
Runnin’ game flirtin’ with the bank teller
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
But I give ’em what they can build in it

Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
So when you go in the pile can you plummet
Comin’ from all the fans the Kansas City man do gun it
You sitting still like a crash test dummy
Ay
It’s either you are slackin’ or pumpin’, how bad do you want it?
It used to be a way worse ordeal
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Never quit, never sit waiting for a paycheck
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
If you don’t got the lucrative hustle
You been living in a fantasy knowing that you can’t achieve
Off with the money is why they shoot ya
Let alone fucks I give ’em the photo cred
[Hook: Frizz]
‘Cause they jealous they makin’ the shotty juice ya
Rock at the rigorous on the go without a chill
Too much money for me to not wanna get out of the bed and go get it
Not a way somebody can ever ban you from it