New Balances - Wale

Is it good or bad?

One-two, yeah

We still in a motherfuckin' pandemic, nigga

Look

They ain’t want me here, fuck it, I’m back though

And I’m with so many, so many rap flow

Toe-to-toe with the mic', I am Mike like

And you niggas lookin' Glass Joe

It’s a hole in my heart from my last ho

It’s a hole in her wallet right after

Every lyric I wrote is her caption

When we broke up she posted her CashApp, yeah

She could’ve hit me for it (Pussy)

Sweet like Pepsi Cola

Look, I play but I got no toy

She need flavor, I’m no

IRS keep callin', count my racks I don’t record it, mm

Fame ain’t like you know, pay these taxes and these lawyers, yeah

Nigga this Prada from '26, designer for money is somethin' else

Phylicia Rashād is a lucky woman, it’s all workin' with the funny bills

Authentic, never counterfeit, count it up 'til it’s calluses

OG’s flippin' old money, same old city, new balances

That’s why the city always feels like a trap

We might need to and everything

When we come together like a, like a all over, right?

We may not (Yeah)

each other, man, and come together

They don’t like it but fuck it, I’m back

Cookies and bag, I got no time to be mad

I got no time to be tied up in feelings

I gotta reup, you gotta relax

I gotta be classy

I’ve been dissin', I’ve been chillin' don’t ask me

How I’m feelin', I’m as good as I’m gon' be

Takin' chances, niggas won’t even see me

Tryna be noisy

And it really be one deep

Ain’t really get no sleep

And it really be women that tell me they need me but don’t even know me

But shit can get over

So I’m lookin' at the gang funny, like I’m in a nosebleed

I’m a leader, a man

You trick with bitches that’ll feed me in bed

It’s different, nigga, I can speak to their soul

The pussy wetter when it ain’t for a

But ho, what you know?

We stuck to the code

I ain’t switchin', I be good when it’s low

Don’t hit me when the numbers is low

You makin' hit, a nigga smother your phone, and try big bro you

Hol' up, I’m in Miami the toes out

Shout out to Zoey, the zoes out

on courtside

Bag on me, I’m really Yoruba

I’m really royalty, I move important

Free agent, I rock what I want, right

, he just got me the orange ones, uh, yeah

Authentic, never counterfeit

When it’s God-given and you elevated

All these hatin' niggas want you down with them, yeah, yeah

Pray for 'em, they embarassin'

I stayed loyal like an old runners

OG checks, new balances, yeah, mm

New balances

Same old city, new balances, yeah

New balances

Way more checks, new balances, yeah

, haha

I’m tellin' you dressed very nice

I don’t care what anybody say you at, you are still above the game