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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Vocals
Quay Global
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher N'quay Rosser
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quay Global
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Stephen "Dotcom" Farrow
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
New car, very noisy
Come through and it's roaring
Yeah, yeah
You know how I'm coming
You know how I'm coming
[Verse 1]
Bend her over, then I murk her
Call Gunna if you want you a Birkin
Oh, Baby, you be lying in your verses
I be hearing, say you buying 'em purses
I can't even lie, you ain't my type
You ain't even all that fine in person
I can guarantee you, if you my kind
She got every bag you can imagine
Big house, I can really be bragging
Hundred thousand in my mouth like, "What's happening?"
Not the big, cheap teeth, that's embarrassing
He ain't me, you can keep the comparison
My bitch probably one of the baddest
Good girl, turned her into a savage
Dispatch, got a problem in traffic
We came through in matching G-Wagens
Low key, I been keeping it classy
Could be really out here doing 'em nasty
**** couldn't even see me in last year
Just started and them **** in last gear
I ain't even try to and I passed 'em
Giving looks, I contribute to fashion
Drop a song, I be giving 'em captions
Stand alone, not your regular rapper
[Chorus]
Brand new car is noisy
Come through and it's roaring
You ain't gotta worry
I don't care about your boyfriend
See me and get nervous
I damn near did it perfect
Work hard and determined
It's safe to say I earned it (Whoa)
[Chorus]
Yeah, none of you guys get fly as me (Whoa)
Matter of fact, none of you guys get high as me (Whoa)
Post my drip up daily just so they can see (Whoa)
Turn me up some more so my haters can hear it (Whoa)
[Verse 2]
I put the dope in the back of the car
And I tell 'em to go
She hit when she land, she bring me the bands
She back on the road
She know how I get when I get in that mode
Ain't fucking with bitches, ain't buying no clothes
Wanna do shows and make me some songs
Make sure the other shit come in, get sold
We fuck with the strippers 'cause we play with poles
We play with our money and not with our nose
I used to go to the West to get loads
I just came back from the West with a trophy
I'm on some more shit
She said she miss it and sending emojis
No time to kick it, I'm always in motion
Can't say I miss you, I don't got emotions
I'm on that "Back when I slept on the floor" shit
I'm on that "Me and the bro kick a door" shit
I'm on that "Back when I stood at the stove" shit
Ain't going broke, I'm just back on my old shit
I'm takin' drugs, I don't know how to cope
And I know one thing, I'm never gonna be hopeless
If you tell 'em what was said, you a rodent
Drive that new Corvette like it's stolen, yeah
[Chorus]
Brand new car is noisy
Come through and it's roaring
You ain't gotta worry
I don't care about your boyfriend
See me and get nervous
I damn near did it perfect
Work hard and determined
It's safe to say I earned it (Whoa)
[Chorus]
Yeah, none of you guys get fly as me (Whoa)
Matter of fact, none of you guys get high as me (Whoa)
Post my drip up daily just so they can see (Whoa)
Turn me up some more so my haters can hear it
[Chorus]
Brand new car is noisy
Come through and it's roaring
You ain't gotta worry
I don't care about your boyfriend
See me and get nervous
I damn near did it perfect
Work hard and determined
It's safe to say I earned it (Whoa)
[Chorus]
Yeah, none of you guys get fly as me (Whoa)
Matter of fact, none of you guys get high as me (Whoa)
Post my drip up daily just so they can see (Whoa)
Turn me up some more so my haters can hear it (Whoa)
Written by: Chris Rosser, Dominique' Jones