conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called New Cash Money with the following description: This a freestyle on Wayne’s Da Drought 3 mix tape and in this song he raps off of the beat “Down and Out.” In the song, he welcomes the new Cash Money artist, Brisco, into the fold Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Brisco & 
  Lil Wayne
  ]
  Hahaha
  Uh-oh
  Brisco
  The new Cash Money
  Believe that!
  Hahaha
  Ugh (Yeah, yeah)
  [Verse 1: Brisco]
  I'm from the cocaine era, packs in my stroller
  Two beepers and a flip, Star-Tech Motorola (What up)
  Bally silks (Ugh), Kangol tilts (Kill it)
  Stand straight when the boss talkin, hush your lips
  Mob-affiliated contract hits
  I let the street declare war when you want that beef (Want that beef, yeah)
  Talk cheap, get money, I was taught to ride
  Loyalty came first, and we don't switch no sides
  I'm a savage on the block, nickel rocks and heroin hopes (Yeah)
  I walked the ghetto like them, but I was taking my notes (I was taking my notes, Wayne)
  Certified goon (Yeah), the lock's on standby (What up)
  I just need a couple real niggas I can stand by (Yeah, C-M-B)
  A bad bitch with hips (Ugh)
  And two niggas on the interstate, taking them trips (Let's get it, 12)
  I'm into carats like Bugs Bunny (Yeah)
  Young Brisco (Ugh), the New Cash Money (Haha) [Break: Lil Wayne & 
  Brisco
  ]
  Wayne!
  Yeah
  Hello, world
  Hahaha
  That was the homie, Brisco
  I am Weezy F.B
  .
  And we are them Cash Money Boys
  You dig? Hahaha, yeah
  [Verse 2: Lil Wayne & 
  Brisco
  ]
  One! Reportin' live from the booth (
  Yeah!
  )
  I'm killing these bitches, Young Wayne Carruth (
  Kill 'em, Wayne
  )
  Untamed and loose; blunts, drank and juice
  I was once a spark; into a flame, it grew
  I don't complain to you—don't complain to me
  Everbody got beef, and I just came to eat
  I'm in the game for keeps; if you in my lane, I beep (
  Ugh
  )
  I been running this shit, and I never sprained my knee
  And guess who came home? Ronnie the O.G. (
  Yeah
  )
  He still on papers, nigga, we never free
  And for my homie Streets, I'ma twist one up
  He can't even hit the kush; he gotta piss in a cup (
  Ugh
  )
  What is this on my wrist? Shit is sicker than "ugh"
  Yo, Brisco, there ain't a sky bigger than us (
  Yeah
  )
  What's good? I'm in Diamonds—is you tipping or what? (
  Yeah
  )
  I took your bitch and she ain't coming back to work for a month [Break: Lil Wayne & 
  Brisco
  ]
  Weezy Baby (
  Ugh
  )
  Cool, that's cool, let 'em live, Weez
  You already know what it is
  Ahem
  Yeah, don't be scared now
  Tell 'em, tell 'em
  We just got started
  But I done already told 'em
  Yeah, ugh, Mack
  But they didn't wanna hear me
  Yeah, c'mon
  Hahaha! Go!
  [Verse 3: Lil Wayne & 
  Brisco
  ]
  I'm in the all-red Flying Spur (Haha), on Asantis
   (Yeah)
  With a bad redbone that look something like Ashanti (Hahaha)
  OK, light brown, Southern-tan 
  Medina
   (
  Ugh, ugh
  )
  With a light-brown, thick thing like Trina (
  Yeah, haha
  )
  Um, you prolly seen us (
  Uh-huh, yeah
  )
  Ripping the streets with no top between us
  You're so genius
  That's my word, you know I got you, twin (You know I got you)
  You a real nigga, dog, thanks for letting me in (Ugh)
   (Believe that!)
  Yeah, he in the game now, and I'm betting he win
  And I'm the rap landlord, just collecting my rent (
  Ugh
  )
  I put the house on Lil' Bris', we gon' eat this year (We gon' eat this year)
  Silence for the real niggas who ain't see this year (Hold up)
  Open your eyes, open your eyes—Cash Money has a new face (
  Yeah, ugh
  )
  And we gon tie the shit up like a shoelace (Ugh)
  And that's me, the young hood messiah
  '0-7, I'ma set the fucking hood on fire
   (Yessir) [Break: Lil Wayne & 
  Brisco
  ]
  Whoa, yeah
  Suh—Suh—Suh—C-M-B
  Haha
  Young Money
  Listen, man
  Weezy and Brisco
  Hahaha
  Get ready
  As a matter of fact, you ain't
  [Outro: Brisco]
  C-M-B
  P-O-E
  E-Class, what it does?
  Brisco—Big Chuck, what it does?
  Triple C's, Street Mob
  G-12
  Yeah
  Slim and Baby, what it is?
  We gon' eat this year
  Ugh
  The whole faculty
  The whole mob
  Yeah
  I know