New Car Smell
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Mark Boomin
Ah
Mm
Hey, hey, hey Euro, what the fuck these broke-
Ass niggas keep fucking with us for, man?
Huh
Eight-inch screens on the wall while I'm chillin' at the crib
Top down on the Rolls-Royce, pullin' up to Liv
Leftover lobster, champagne in the fridge
You ain't never counted out 100 bands, you a kid
Give my dog the shirt off my back 'cause I'm real
Bitch know she fuck with me, ain't gotta worry about the bills
Jeans cost a car note, watch cost a crib
Need a full tank of gas to follow me out to the crib
Real talk
Picky with my hoes, I don't touch 'em if they basic
Fucked her in the car because the back seat was spacious
Smelling like cream, got these bitches wantin' to taste me
Little bro, just hit the road, call my phone when you make it
Put a bag on you, bring it back if you can't handle it
Bring it back
Niggas talking cash shit, ain't never had a kit
Beat the pussy up, bae, I'm paying for the damages
My bad, baby
Man, you niggas getting dressed off the mannequin
Ha
Fresh from my head to my feet, in the bed with a freak
She ain't charge me for the head, it was free
Got a lane for you, dog, if you ain't scared, you can eat
Had to pick the cheese up before he met up with me
Grab that
I ain't never had a job, bitch, I'm part of the mob
Jeans Mike Amiri, shoes Louis Vuitton
Got the ball rolling, then I pass the baton
Shared the plug with my team so my niggas could shine
Let's go
Golden sun diamonds got the bitches staring
You can't afford to pay the taxes on the shit I'm wearing
Bae, I'm into getting money, I ain't into marriage
Don't try to ball on me, nigga, you gonna get embarrassed
You can't stand next to me if you ain't been to Gary
Tricks for kids, silly rappers, you don't see the carats?
In a Hellcat on Warren with my nigga Perry
Man, these niggas ain't no savages, these niggas scary
Bossed up on these niggas like I'm Darnell
Niggas selling couches, rapping like the cartel
Fuck y'all
Leather in the 650, new car smell
New car smell
I just made 12 plays, got me feeling like I'm Markel
Do this for my niggas who can't get out of prison
Off-white apron on, I can't get out the kitchen
Had to get inside my bag, had to get out my feelings
Nosy bitch asking questions, told her get out my business
Bitch
I was born in this shit, I can't get out the trenches
Mama said change my friends, I be hanging with killers
Always knew I'd be the nigga when I went to McKenzie
Fingerprints on that money, nigga, check the forensics
Bitches left when I was down, I came back with a vengeance
Bitch, we rap for these millions, niggas rap for attention
How the fuck you getting money?
You ain't got you a tension
I'm the man around this bitch, to hear me rap is a privilege
Laser beam on the strap like it's Zap Zone
Made enough to buy a mansion off the trap phone
Fell off, got a plug, now I'm back on
Was in the city for a minute, now I'm back gone
Hear 'em talking road trips, but it's cap, though
Fuck
Little nigga broke as hell, but he can rap, though
Ain't no heat inside the crib, but it slap, though
Ghetto Boys, baby, we the new Death Row
Yeah
Aye, aye Euro, what the fuck these niggas talking 'bout, dog?
I hear y'all little niggas out there, man, my ear to the streets
Just know, nigga, we two, three
Hundred thousand up on this end, nigga
We been up, nigga
Y'all can't fuck with us, nigga, come get along
Come get along, little nigga
We passing out jobs over here at Boyz Ent., fuck boys
Tired of niggas dancing all over your videos, nigga
Let's go