In My Foreign (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Lil Yachty, Nicky Jam & French Montana)

The Americanos, the Americanos, the Americanos

Girl, do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign in my foreign?
Lift the top back all the way, rolling through the streets of LA
Girl, do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign in my foreign?
We can turn up the radio, we ain't got no place to go
Girl, do you wanna ride?

Fo' sho she wan' ride, fo' sho she wan' slide
Fo' sho we gettin' sauced, fo' sho we gettin' high
Pull up swaggin', hop out the wagon
Suckers gonna hate but the ladies wanna brag
What you say? What you say? What you say?
Whole team faded like Jordan with the J
Cradle to the grave, NY to the Bay
Millions in the bank and the hunnids in the safe

Ain't nothing to a G, baby
Foreign sitting low, climb out the V, baby
Haan, ain't nothing to a G, baby
Foreign sitting low climb out the V, baby

Do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign in my foreign?
Lift the top back all the way, rolling through the streets of LA
Girl, do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign in my foreign?
We can turn up the radio, we ain't got no place to go

Girl, it feels like Saturday, everyday
I'm smoking loud and feeling so high
I'm rolling good through my hood
Getting lit like the 4th of July

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I've been missing you
Telling all my friends 'bout the things that you do
Baby, I don't know what you did to me
Every time I pull up is dale mami

Do you wanna ride?
Tell your girl come slide
And we can get lit tonight
Yeah, yeah, I ain't gotta tell you how it is
Baby, I'ma give you the biz
How you wanna roll? In the Lambo' or the Rolls
'Cause you know that Papi got flow

Do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign in my foreign?
Lift the top back all the way, rolling through the streets of LA
Girl, do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign in my foreign?
We can turn up the radio, we ain't got no place to go
Girl, do you wanna ride?

You should bring your homie, I'll bring one, too
I know you like the spotlight, so let me introduce you
Just me and you, parked up at the top, looking at the view
So many things that we could do, just ride with me, you'll never lose
Do you wanna ride in my foreign?
Get your red-bottom heels, no Jordans
I know your ex-boyfriend was hella boring
Now we skurting 130, no snoring

Do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign in my foreign?
Lift the top back all the way, rolling through the streets of LA
Girl, do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign in my foreign?
We can turn up the radio, we ain't got no place to go
Girl, do you wanna ride?



Credits
Writer(s): Raja Kumari, James Andrew Andrew Corrine, Alexander Shultz, Luis Rubio, William Joseph Crawford, Miles Parks Mccollum, Nick Rivera Caminero, Candace Maria Shields, Karim Kharbouch, Tyrone William Griffin, Bonnie Leigh Mckee, Robert William Lamm
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