New Boy

Yo
The European 50 Cent, dude
If I don’t see it, I don’t believe it, dude

I don’t collaborate with the ugly
I launder the dirty money
In the hood, it’s a shootout
They didn’t believe, they’re atheists
Now I’ve earned the trophy
For my people, I’ll definitely fight

Fuck the police, I’m rich
They ask about the money, the metals in my car
But I won’t explain it
They want me to collaborate, but I won’t do it

Even if they offer me a hundred and change
I don’t trust any of them, you look like a fed
You look like a cop (fuck)
Now I’m a new boy, hm-hm

New boy, new nigga, new boy
Why should I say it? You already know who I am
They say they shoot at me, but here I am
You know I do it, dude, I’m not a toy

Baby, if I’m only giving it to you out of spite
It doesn’t mean I feel something in my chest
These bitches didn’t want me when I had no roof
I can’t trust, I gotta stay alert, wow

I’m doing my thing, I’m a money maker
I don’t have time to respond to a hater
They’re throwing shade because they don’t make paper
I feel like Kobe when he played for the Lakers

They want to roll with the kid since the boom
I like it when she comes in my room
With the picture she has, I make it zoom
If I shoot the FN, bang, bang, boom

Fuck the police, I’m rich
They ask about the money, the metals in my car
But I won’t explain it
They want me to collaborate, but I won’t do it

Even if they offer me a hundred and change
I don’t trust any of them, you look like a fed
You look like a cop (fuck)
Now I’m a new boy, hm-hm

Welcome to the Favelas, here I’m really small
I had to be street, wish it was a dream
Homies who are criminals don’t even show their face
Free my people in prison, the homie and the tough guy

In Spain, I’m untouchable, my brothers carry rifles
And you don’t have any, dude, don’t try to flex
I have a house in Barcelona, a house in Sitges
My mind says: Money over bitches

Dude, haha
You gotta have a lot of flow to do it like this
You gotta have a lot, a lot of street to do it like this
Money over bitches, dude, haha