Brand New

Dm E Am F


[Verse 1]
               Dm
If I had a dime for every nigga with a rap dream
Dm
And all the girls that be riding working two jobs
        E
But her boy stays at home making mixtapes
E
With a "Don't Disturb" on the doorknob
       Am
Then I buy a cheap dress every Friday
Am
Cause I go to every show on the weekend
F                                         G
 And I gotta look good when I'm reppin' him
Dm
He say he about to sign a deal, he about to blow
    E                         E7
And gotta move to Atlanta, we about to go
  Am
I finally see the light and I'm glad I stayed
        F                       N.C.
But the label said he should be single
N.C.
Wait, what he saying?


[Chorus]
          Dm                        Dm7
Well baby fuck you and then the new crew you're rollin' with
E
They don't know you like I do
             Am
I swear when niggas start making money, they start acting funny
F
 There's no love when they come up
               Dm
They get brand new
               E
They get brand new
E
This one's for
Am
All the baby mamas and the down ass chicks
                                                  F
Remember y'all used to take bathroom pics, In the crib
F
And he said if he ever got rich, we'd be out this bitch
                     G
Can you believe that shit?
    Dm                                       E
But now you're living good while I'm sitting home
                                        Am               F
He's probably messing with them hoes, I know (Them, Them, Hey)
          G
That's so brand new


[Verse 2]
       Dm
And my bitches calling me like "Hey
                               E
Ain't that your nigga with Ye, ain't that your nigga with Jay?"
E
God damn I'm so embarrassed
Am
 But I ain't gon' call 'em, cause I've been drinking
F
 But I'm getting madder cause this liquor got me thinking
        Dm
Now I'm dialing your phone
                            E
Cause we both know that I deserve the throne
N.C.
(I'm sorry, this number has been disconnected)
Am
 This ain't fair, who was there?
F               N.C.
 Who was lovin' you?


[Chorus]
          Dm                        Dm7
Well baby fuck you and then the new crew you're rollin' with
E
They don't know you like I do
             Am
I swear when niggas start making money, they start acting funny
F
 There's no love when they come up
               Dm
They get brand new
               E
They get brand new
E
This one's for
Am
All the baby mamas and the down ass chicks
                                                  F
Remember y'all used to take bathroom pics, In the crib
F
And he said if he ever got rich, we'd be out this bitch
                     G
Can you believe that shit?
    Dm                                       E
But now you're living good while I'm sitting home
                                        Am               F
He's probably messing with them hoes, I know (Them, Them, Hey)
F               Dm
That's so brand new


[Outro]
Dm7                E                      Am
Never thought that you would act so brand new
                      F                   Dm E Am F Dm
While you're living good, what about me too?