Dj Pharris – Everything New Lyrics (feat. Wiz Khalifa, Chance The Rapper & Rockie Fresh)

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Chance the Rapper]
Everything new, uh-uh
Down to my shoe, uh-uh
Ain't in the store (DJ Pharris, C-Chicago, nigga), make my own clothes, oh-oh
All of my diamonds wet, when step I out, drip check
Got a new whip, drip check
Got a new bitch, drip check
Everything new, uh-uh
Down to my shoe, uh-uh
Ain't in the store no-oh, make my own clothes, oh-oh
All of my diamonds wet, when step I out, drip check
Got a new whip, drip check
Got a new bitch, drip check (Chance the Rapper)

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
I wear it once (Once)
I just got Zaza and runtz, I just got Zaza and runtz
My baby hungry and she don't wear Zara to brunch (No she don't)
Prada for lunch, I don't say sorry a bunch
I just get her what she wants, bеst with a bow on the front
I got this number this month, my phone go bananas, thеy call me a bunch
Vegan, my blunts (Woo)
Attachments is plastic, they 3D printed but they packin' a punch
I'm back on the hunt
Yeah, I put the crib on the map and my back and my front (My front)
I put the three on the cap and I won
I pour a four in the Capri Sun
I try and close the store just for fun
I put on Polo just once and I'm done
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Everything new, uh-uh
Down to my shoe, uh-uh
Ain't in the store, no-oh, make my own clothes, oh-oh
All of my diamonds wet, when step I out, drip check
Got a new whip, drip check
Got a new bitch, drip check
Everything new, uh-uh
Down to my shoe, uh-uh
Ain't in the store no-oh, make my own clothes, oh-oh
All of my diamonds wet, when step I out, drip check

Got a new whip, drip check
Got a new bitch, drip check

[Verse 2: Rockie Fresh]
Yeah, woke up and I spent the check on the drip
I got twenty bad hoes in my section again
But my wifey at home, p*ssy better than them
I might go f*ck around, get her pregnant again
Good weed and some dough be my medicine
I have no need for etcetera
And when my head hurt I get head again
Come to this drip, I'm a veteran
Camo the Bape, but this shit from '08, I ain't new to this
Blowin' the money on stupid shit
Just spent a hundred thou' with Saint Louis
As a child, I used to look up to Saint [?]
[?] I don't know which one to pick
But I'm in the [?] getting high
Yeah, I'm rich but I still get a check from the government
f*ck with Ross, every day I been hustling
Drip for sale, you should come be a costumer
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Everything new, uh-uh
Down to my shoe, uh-uh
Ain't in the store, no-oh, make my own clothes, oh-oh
All of my diamonds wet, when step I out, drip check
Got a new whip, drip check
Got a new bitch, drip check
Everything new, uh-uh
Down to my shoe, uh-uh
Ain't in the store no-oh, make my own clothes, oh-oh
All of my diamonds wet, when step I out, drip check
Got a new whip, drip check
Got a new bitch, drip check

[Outro: Wiz Khalifa]
Look at my fit, drip check
Look at my wrist, drip check
Look at my fist, drip check
Top of the list, drip check
Got a new whip, drip check
Got a new bitch, drip check
Look at my fit, drip check
Look at my wrist, drip check

Young Dro – Hell Is You Doin

[Hook: Skippa da Flippa]
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell is you doing?
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell you doing?

[Hook: Skippa da Flippa]
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell is you doing?
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell you doing?

[Verse 1: Skippa Da Flippa]
Hell is you doing, chopping the fishes, they fluent
Migo the fam, QC the label
You should follow my movement
You staring and looking like you looking coolest
Hell is you doing?
Do a dropoff, I guess you brought a [?] in
Hell is you doing?
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
Hell is you doing? I just kicked the dope for a hundred bands up in Munich
You know that your bitch she sucking my dick and it’s soothing
Which one is you choosing?
I met her at Newmans, don’t get no confusing
She swallowed my semen in Niemen’s
Then tried try to kiss me, bitch hell is you doing?
Newport and Lewis, saw my friend Lucas
50 bands pay for the hitman
Hit em with the cool and you flew to Saint Louis

[Hook: Skippa da Flippa]
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell is you doing?
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell you doing?

[Hook: Skippa da Flippa]
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell is you doing?
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell you doing?

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Hell is you doing, 33 bricks like I am Patrick Ewing
I’m taking the pot, I finger fuck it and my wrist it be screwing
Baow, Baow, Baow, Hrah, fuck nigga hell is you doing?
Bitch nigga don’t move or your life, you’ll lose
I’ll turn your body into fucking fluid
My trap got insurance, [?]
When I hit the block, bet I rule it
Hell is you do nigga cool it
Call up my nigga, he’ll hit you with the ruler
Quavo [?] in Saint Louis
Hit a nigga with a bat like a Cardinal
Money, pounds, and ammunition in a nigga’s arsenal
Young niggas remarkable
Chop it up with Migo Carlos
Talking bout numbers like barcodes
We talking in person bout brick fare
No label coming in on truck loads
You an impostor like Gusto
Get out my face, might be homo

[Hook: Skippa da Flippa]
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell is you doing?
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell you doing?

[Hook: Skippa da Flippa]
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell is you doing?
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell you doing?