New Car Smell lyrics

[Intro]
(Marc Boomin)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, Euro
What the f*ck these broke-ass n*ggas keep f*ckin' with us for, man?

[Verse]
Eighty-inch screens on the wall while I'm chillin' at the crib (Yeah)
Top down on the Rolls-Royce, pullin' up to LIV (Miami)
Leftover lobster, champagne in the fridge (Boss sh*t)
You ain't never counted out a hundred bands, you a kid (Lil' n*gga)
Give my dog the shirt off my back 'cause I'm real (I'm real)
b*tch know she f*ck with me, ain't gotta worry 'bout the bills
Jeans cost a car note, watch cost a crib (A house)
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 (Nah)
f*cked her in the car because the backseat was spacious (Big as hell)
Smellin' like Creed, got these b*tches wanna taste me (Yup)
Lil' bro just hit the road, call my phone when you make it (Be safe, bro)
Put a bag on you, bring it back if you can't handle it (Bring it back)
n*ggas talkin' cash sh*t, ain't never had a kit (Broke)
Beat the pus*y up, bae, I'm paying for the damages (My bad, bae)
Man, you n*ggas gettin' dressed off the mannequin (Tah)
Fresh from my head to my feet (Yup), in the bed with a freak
She ain't charge me for the head, it was free (It was free)
Got a lane for you, doggy, you ain't scared, you can eat (Come on)
Had him pick the cheese up before he met up with me (Go grab that)
I ain't never had a job, b*tch, I'm part of the mob (M-O-B)
Jeans Mike Amiri, shoes Louis Vuitton (Huh?)
Got the ball rollin', then I passed the baton (Yeah)
Shared the plug with my team so my n*ggas could shine (Let's go)
Golden Sun diamonds got the b*tches starin' (Gary)
You can't afford to pay the taxes on the sh*t I'm wearin' (Broke n*gga)
Bae, I'm into gettin' money, I ain't into marriage (Let's get it)
Don't try to ball on me, n*gga, you gon' get embarrassed (Huh?)
You can't stand next to me if you ain't been to Gary (Nah)
Tricks for kids, silly rabbits, you don't see the carats? (See the ice)
In the Hellcat on Warren with my n*gga Perry (Skrrt)
Man, these n*ggas ain't no savages, these n*ggas scary (Hoes)
Bossed up on these n*ggas like I'm Darnell (Blade)
n*ggas sellin' couches, rappin' like the cartel (f*ck on)
Leather in the 650, new car smell (New car smell)
I just made twelve plays, got me feelin' like I'm R. Kells (Huh?)
Do this for my n*ggas who can't get out of prison (Free 'em)
Off-White apron on, I can't get out the kitchen (Yeah)
Had to get inside my bag, had to get out my feelings (For real)
Nosy b*tch askin' questions, told her get out my business (b*tch)
I was born in this sh*t, I can't get out the trenches (Born in it)
Mama said change my friends, I be hangin' with killers (I can't)
Always knew I'd be the n*gga when I went to Mackenzie (Yeah)
Fingerprints on that money, n*gga, check the forensics (Yeah)
b*tches left when I was down, I came back with a vengeance (Yeah)
b*tch, we rap for these millions, n*ggas rap for attention (Crazy)
How the f*ck you gettin' money, you ain't got you a tension? (Ten thousand)
I'm the man around this b*tch, to hear me rap is a privilege (Let's go)
Laser beam on the strap like it's Zap Zone (Pew, pew)
Made enough to buy a mansion off the trap phone (Hello?)
Fell off, got a plug, now I'm back on (I'm back)
Was in the city for a minute, now I'm back gone (Turn-around)
Hear 'em talkin' road trips, but it's cap, though (Shut the f*ck up)
Lil' n*gga broke as hell, but he can rap, though (Broke n*gga)
Ain't no heat inside the crib, but it slap, though (Traphouse)
Ghetto Boyz, baby, we the new Death Row, yeah (Huh?)
[Outro]
Ayy
Ayy, Euro, what the f*ck these n*ggas talkin' 'bout, dog?
I hear y'all lil' n*ggas out there, man, my ear to the streets
Just know, n*gga, we two, three hundred thousand up on this end, n*gga (We been up, n*gga)
Y'all can't f*ck with us, n*gga, come get a loan (Come get a loan, lil' n*gga)
We passin' out jobs over here, Boyz ENT, f*ckboys
You tired of n*ggas dancin' all in your videos, n*gga?
Let's go