Foreign

(álbum: 28 Grams - 2014)

I get it back, that's why I blow it
Her ass fat, that's why she throw it
Money long like I grow it
That's why a young nigga riding in a foreign
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Young nigga riding in a foreign
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Young nigga riding in a
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Riding in a foreign, foreign, foreign
Young nigga

Porsche, Maserati, or a (what?)
Damn, brand new Ferrari or a... Lambo
Nigga got bread
Shooters like, "Don't get close to that new Testarossa."
That Mercedes-Benz come with a chauffeur
I be sparking in that Aston-Martin
Getting head like it's nothing, push the button, park it

I get it back, that's why I blow it
Her ass fat, that's why she throw it
Money long like I grow it
That's why a young nigga riding in a foreign
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Young nigga riding in a foreign
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Young nigga riding in a
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Riding in a foreign, foreign, foreign
Young nigga

Whiping, whipping
I swear to God I be dipping, dipping
In that new Murciélago, we ride foreign
Nelly Furtado hit the gas
Hear the tires screeching
This ain't even my weekday car, this for the weekend
I got so many horses
All the hoes say that it's gorgeous
In the air, that's where my doors is

I get it back, that's why I blow it
Her ass fat, that's why she throw it
Money long like I grow it
That's why a young nigga riding in a foreign
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Young nigga riding in a foreign
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Young nigga riding in a
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Riding in a foreign, foreign, foreign
Young nigga