New Direction - Jaden

(It's a monster

It’s a monster

Money, money

It’s a monster)

Pack after pack after pack

Tell paparazzi relax

I never look for the trap

You heard, we already know where it’s at

Huh, I don’t react, I’ma just look at the stacks

Uh, uh-uh, why you gotta flex like that?

Yeah, I only care about the racks

Tryin' to finagle the tax

Start a company and look at the facts

I’m out the country, they know where I’m at

They trying to come for me

But know they can’t fuck with me

We love the way you kill the fashion

I hope you know that was just a distraction, nigga

Pack after pack after pack

Tell paparazzi relax

I never look for the trap

You heard, we already know where it’s at, ok

Run for the pack

Left with a package, runners are bringing it back, okay

And all of these blogs, nigga, I give a fuck what they say

I’m back in the place, girl yell at the DJ to back up the bass

I’m on the way, room 49, '42 in the safe, yeah

Nobody’s safe, the packs are laced, say she wanna taste

They smashed the guts in my face, but I can roll Backwood again

But I’m coming back with the gang like ok

Okay, okay,

Ayy, I ain’t really with the shit

Big bag full of pink packs, got a Kit-Kat in the whip, yeah

This that new drip, she like the whole clique

She need that, she like, «I wish, oh, I wish»

I’m in, so stylish

I ain’t gotta tell what I get

Fuck the high, nigga, you a toilet

Wait

Push packs through the border, move faster

Secret space program

Main bedroom in the house is called the master

They’ll never think they on the 'Gram with

Think it’s time to tell 'em who I am

Just so they can fully understand

They put a fire on my head

Always pick truth, never dead

Cups in the air

We don’t give a fuck send the add'

I don’t understand

Why you got a hundred fifty thousand in your hand

nigga wait

Ya’ll just building castles in the sand

nigga wait

Flexin' in that Falcon, fuck a Lam'

Shit, why you always playin', huh?

I drip a wrist, spin up in the ship

Way too far with the images

Niggas think I’m the new Wiz

All these gold bricks I’m skippin' in

They think I’m actin' different

Just 'cause now I’m trying to flip dividends

Gold throne that I’m sittin' in

Rose gold, kiss venomous

Big drip down in Africa

This year, just how I did in Flint

I tried to tell 'em Ma

They wasn’t listening

I think it worked to my benefit

Only seein' nothin' but the benefits

I just pray to God that somebody get a grip

They yellin' and tellin' me let 'em live

I’m guessing the vision’s ahead of 'em