New Car Smell

(Marc Boomin)

Ay, ay, ay, Euro

What the fuck these broke ass **** keep fuckin' with us for, man?

Eighty-inch screens on the wall, while I'm chillin' at the crib

Top down on the Rolls Royce, pullin' up to LIV

Left over lobster, champagne in the fridge

You ain't never counted out a hundred bands, you a kid

Give my dawg the shirt off my back 'cause I'm real

Bitch know that she fuck with me, don't gotta worry bout the bills

Jeans cost a car note, watch cost a crib

Need a full tank of gas to follow me out to the crib

Picky with my hoes, I don't touch 'em if they basic

Fucked her in the car because the backseat was spacious

Smellin' like Creed, got these bitches wanna taste me

Lil 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

**** talkin' cash shit ain't never had a kit

Beat the pussy up, bae, I'm paying for the damages

Man, you **** gettin' dressed of the mannequin

Fresh to 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, dawg, if you ain't scared, you can eat

Had to pick the cheese up before he met up with me

Ain't never had a, job, bitch I'm part of the mob

Jeans, Mike Amiri, shoes, Louis Vuitton

Got the ball rollin', then I passed the baton

Shared the plug with my team, so my **** could shine

Golden Sun diamonds got the bitches starin'

You can't afford to pay the taxes on the shit I'm wearin'

Bae, I'm in to gettin' money I ain't in to marriage

Don't try to ball on me, ****, you gon' get embarrassed

You can't stand next to me if you ain't been in Gary

Tricks for kids, silly rabbit, you don't see the carats?

In a Hellcat on Warren with my **** Perry

Man, these **** ain't no savages these **** scary

Bossed-up on these **** like I'm Darnell

**** sellin' couches, rappin' like the cartel

Leather in the 650, new car smell

I just made twelve plays got me feelin' like I'm R. Kells

Do this for my **** that 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

Nosey bitch askin' questions, told her get out my business

I was born in this shit,I can't get out the trenches

Mama said change my friends, I be hangin' with killers

Always knew I'd be the **** when I went to Mackenzie

Fingerprints on that money, **** check the forensics

Bitches left when I was down, I came back with vengeance

Bitch, we rap for these millions, **** rap for attention

How the fuck you gettin' money? You ain't got you a tent, yeah

I'm the man around this bitch, to hear me rap is a privilege

Laser beam on the strap like its 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 talkin' road-trips but its cap, though

Lil **** 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 DeathRow, yeah