Let's Go to New Orleans (feat. Curren$y)

You got the blues (Sure)

You feel misused (Numbers)

She set you in the corner (Shine)

Like an old pair of shoes (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

So overused (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Now we talkin' seven figures, got it from the sacrifices

Quarter million tucked away, finally found a better route

I don't listen to the politics, I'm livin' better now

Givin' inspiration to the streets to get that cheddar now

Gotta push myself to go harder, I can't stop now

Thinking ten years ahead while livin' like a rock star

Order car service to the crib to go and have a drink

The market lookin' funny, so it's givin' me some time to think

From lookin' at the numbers from my brand, I can stop rap

But fuck that, I need a billion dollars, I am not laughin'

Keep mashin', go full mode, nigga, don't panic

Never take no for an answer, for real

To live like this, you gon' have to take Ls

You gon' have to fall off, you gon' have to bounce back

Made thousands off it, it was boomin' in the trap

It was brain food for me, that's why I move so savage, nigga

You got the blues (Yeah)

You feel misused (Man, they don't hear me, though)

She set you in the corner

Like an old pair of shoes (Yeah, yeah, sure)

So overused (But they don't hear me, though)

You got the blues

You feel misused (You can go Gulf

For this shit, you know what I mean?)

She set you in the corner

Like an old pair of shoes (Yeah, yeah, sure)

I've been through it, share it with you through the music

Instead of listenin' to motherfuckers you know ain't never do shit

I played Mario Kart the whole flight

Went to my furrier, bought a mink coat for tomorrow night

Shootin' the video on the roof

Downtown got some hoes comin' too

And they was all askin' 'bout you

All of my crew gettin' loose, she wanna fuck all my partners

Everything cool, we just wish the best for everybody

Lately, I've been obsessin' over that Corvette body

That Z06 droppin', I'm coppin', no test drivin'

My mind already made

The world closed down, my niggas is still gettin' paid

That's God's grace

That black one ain't for me, that's my homeboy Ray

You can live the same way, just hold on to your fate

I got bonds in the bank, gold bars in the safe

ARs on the wall, I've been prayin', I've been trainin'

You got the blues (Yeah)

You feel misused (Man, they don't hear me, though)

She set you in the corner

Like an old pair of shoes (Yeah, yeah, sure)

So overused (But they don't hear me, though)

You got the blues (Yeah)

You feel misused (Man, they don't hear me, though)

She set you in the corner

Like an old pair of shoes (Yeah, yeah, sure)

So overused (But they don't hear me, though)