New Money by Spacejam Bo Youngboy Never Broke Again (2024)

That Boi Cass
Ah, 808 Mafia

Remember way back in the day
When homies they called me a junkie?
I remember back in seventh grade
My teacher, she called me a flunkie
Don't know how you getting paid

But I'ma go get me some money
And I'll get new money, don't know what to do money

Remember way back in the day
When homies they called me a junkie?
I remember back in seventh grade
My teacher, she called me a flunkie
Don't know how you getting paid
But I'ma go get me some money
And I'll get new money, don't know what to do money

I keep a gun on my side
Ask a lil' bitch, "you wanna ride?"
That's a pole ready to slide
Tell 'em we gon' be behind
I send a bar to yo head
Is gon' be a homicide
Have yo mama cryin'
Somebody's son dying
Baby girl know I'm lying
She say she love, me she lying
Told her I take her home flying
My child want the world, I'm buying
Want diamonds and pearls, I'm buying
From the Jensen you nerds are lying
Really was on that curvy line
I remember when twelve was spying
I was so homeless, was crying
'Body was always stop trying
Now they wanna take pics, I don't mind
I don't trust you but gotta be kind
For my bro put my life on the line
Forever you know that I'm ridin'
Forever you know that I'm slidin'
From that bag you can run, you can't hide

Old money, new money
I still got old hundreds
Six O Glock forty
I still walk with it on me
I used to ask papa for money
If he had it, he gave me a twenty
I used to steal cars now I thank the lord I can walk around with a hundred large
From ratchet hos to the foreign broads
I'm pullin' up in a foreign car
I'm just a street nigg*, I stay with my pistol
I swear to god that I am not a star
Was locked in that cell, going through hell
Remember I was countin' all them bars
Just for a twelve, I counted up twelve and I blow that sh*t with all my boys
This life that I'm livin'
My bitches exquisite, I swear I came up from them trenches
You know I ain't slippin', I stay with a glizzy
A nigg* run up, he could get it
I completed my mission, I played my role
Now nigg* check out how high I get
See this sh*t where I play through the city
Ready to die, you know I ain't trippin'

Remember way back in the day
When homies they called me a junkie?
I remember back in seventh grade
My teacher, she called me a flunkie
Don't know how you getting paid

But I'ma go get me some money
And I'll get new money, don't know what to do money (ay)

Spacejam Bo's song "New Money" talks about his journey from a time when he was called a "junkie" and a "flunkie" to his current status of earning new money. The opening lines of the song reveal how people used to view him with disgust and no hope in seventh grade, but now he has moved on from that old life and is determined to get new money. Bo reminisces about the tough times he faced in the past and how he has grown from them. The struggles and challenges he faced in life have made him the man he is today. Bo's outlook in life is to not give up, stay determined, and to make it to the top. As he raps about his come-up, he also mentions a girl who says she loves him, but he knows she's lying, and that he can provide his child with the world they want. The song concludes with Bo outlining how he keeps moving forward, counting his earnings, and stays prepared to defend himself with his gun by his side.

"New Money" is a song that speaks to people who have had to overcome challenges to get where they are today. Bo is encouraging people to keep pushing while reminding everyone that there are always challenges and obstacles that one would face in life. The song is powerful and relatable not just to people who come from difficult backgrounds but also to people who have pursued their dreams relentlessly. It is a reminder to never forget where you came from.

Remember way back in the day
Reflecting on the past

When homies they called me a junkie?
Recalling when friends labeled me negatively

I remember back in seventh grade
A specific memory from childhood

My teacher, she called me a flunkie
A teacher's negative assessment of my academic ability

Don't know how you getting paid
Questioning someone's income source

But I'ma go get me some money
Determined to make money

And I'll get new money, don't know what to do money
Acquiring wealth without a clear plan for how to use it

I keep a gun on my side
Carrying a weapon for protection

Ask a lil' bitch, "you wanna ride?"
Inviting someone to join me

That's a pole ready to slide
The gun is always ready to be used

Tell 'em we gon' be behind
To assure someone that I have their back

I send a bar to yo head
Delivering a powerful punchline

Is gon' be a homicide
Threatening harm to someone

Have yo mama cryin', somebody's son dying
Showing the impact of violence on loved ones

Baby girl know I'm lying
Dishonesty in romantic relationships

She say she love, me she lying
Questioning someone's love for me

Told her I'll take her home flying
Promising grand gestures to impress someone

My child want the world, I'm buying
Providing for my child's wants and needs

From the Jensen you nerds are lying
Boasting about my earnings to others

Really was on that curvy line
Navigating difficult situations in life

I remember when twelve was spying
Recalling past run-ins with law enforcement

I was so homeless, was crying
Struggles with homelessness

Body was always stop trying
Feeling defeated and discouraged

Now they wanna take pics, I don't mind
Celebrating success and newfound fame

I don't trust you but gotta be kind
Maintaining civility despite distrust

For my bro put my life on the line
Loyalty to friends and willingness to protect them

Forever you know that I'm ridin'
Emphasizing long-term loyalty and support

Forever you know that I'm slidin'
Willingness to help and support others

From that bag you can run, you can't hide
The power of money and wealth

Old money, new money
Wealth acquired through different means

I still got old hundreds
Continuing to keep old currency

Six O Glock forty
Type of firearm being carried

I still walk with it on me
Consistently carrying a weapon

I used to ask papa for money
Past financial struggles and reliance on family for support

If he had it, he gave me a twenty
Small amounts of money were appreciated

I used to steal cars now I thank the lord I can walk around with a hundred large
Grateful for newfound wealth and success

From ratchet hos to the foreign broads
Shift in romantic interests

I'm pullin' up in a foreign car
Showing off my success and luxury

I'm just a street nigg*, I stay with my pistol
Remaining true to my roots and protecting myself

I swear to god that I am not a star
Rejecting notions of celebrity status

Was locked in that cell, going through hell
Past struggles with incarceration

Remember I was countin' all them bars
Counting time spent in jail

Just for a twelve, I counted up twelve and I blow that sh*t with all my boys
Celebrating being released from jail with friends

This life that I'm livin'
Acknowledging my current lifestyle

My bitches exquisite, I swear I came up from them trenches
Elevating my romantic partners and rising above past struggles

You know I ain't slippin', I stay with a glizzy
Staying alert and ready to protect myself

A nigg* run up, he could get it
Willingness to use violence if necessary

I completed my mission, I played my role
Achieving personal goals and staying true to myself

Now nigg* check out how high I get
Expressing joy and pride in my success

See this sh*t where I play through the city
Enjoys showing off my wealth and status

Ready to die, you know I ain't trippin'
Fearlessness and willingness to die for what I believe in