Foreign
You know what I'm sayin' man?
Still drinkin' lean and shit
Ooh, hop in that motherfuckin' foreign
And that motherfucker be roarin' (ooh)
Big gun, bitch, yeah, show 'em
City to city, I'm tourin' (ooh)
Lil Carti, I'm ready to pour
All of my diamonds they glowin'
Fuck on your bitch, yeah
She left in the mornin' (ooh)
Diamonds they skatin' on ice, huh
Run it up bitch, Jerry Rice, hey, ayy
Hurt your feelings with the price, ayy
Everything come with a price, ayy
Everything come with a price, ayy
Hundred thousand, yeah, my price (ooh)
Too many rings like I'm Mike (ooh)
I got the motherfuckin' mic (Ooh)
I got the motherfuckin' Ike, huh
I told your bitch to come trike, uh
Pass me the motherfuckin' mic, uh
I'm in the lobby, I'm piped (ooh)
I told that bitch to come pipe (ooh)
Shawty wan' fuck on the pipe, ooh, uh, ooh, what? Ooh
Shawty gon' lick on the pipe (ooh)
I got the strap like a dyke (ooh)
I got the strap, I don't fight (ooh)
My diamonds they icey, aye (ooh)
My diamonds they ice, they bite (ooh)
Your diamonds they ight, a-ight (ooh)
Ask that lil' bih, what's her type? (Ooh, ayy, what? Ayy)
Ooh, hop in that motherfuckin' foreign
And that motherfucker be roarin' (ooh)
Big gun, bitch, yeah, show 'em
City to city, I'm tourin' (yeah)
Lil Carti, I'm ready to pour
All of my diamonds they glowin'
Fuck on your bitch, yeah
She left in the mornin' (ooh)
Diamonds on diamonds on diamonds
Empty your pockets and pay a lil' homage (What?)
I got Pirus in the lobby (yeah)
I got Pirus right behind me
Cranberry drip with the rag (Carti)
I might just pull up in Bompton
Walk in the lobby like Gotti (Gotti)
You can't trust me, I'm too poppin' (poppin')
These niggas, they tryna 2Pac me (what? What?)
Used to be robbin' (Robbin')
Molly Santana, jaw lockin' (lockin')
This Spanish bih callin' me Papi
She ride me like a Bugatti ('gatti)
Hop in the foreign, fuck the mileage (mileage)
Pick the boof up, bitch, I'm tired (tired)
Booted up, bitch, never tired (what? Ooh, ooh)
Ooh, hop in that motherfuckin' foreign (what?)
And that motherfucker be roarin' (ooh)
Big gun, bitch, yeah, show 'em
City to city, I'm tourin' (ooh)
Lil Carti, I'm ready to pull up
All of my diamonds they glowin'
Fuck on your bitch, yeah
She left in the mornin' (ooh)
Still drinkin' lean and shit
Ooh, hop in that motherfuckin' foreign
And that motherfucker be roarin' (ooh)
Big gun, bitch, yeah, show 'em
City to city, I'm tourin' (ooh)
Lil Carti, I'm ready to pour
All of my diamonds they glowin'
Fuck on your bitch, yeah
She left in the mornin' (ooh)
Diamonds they skatin' on ice, huh
Run it up bitch, Jerry Rice, hey, ayy
Hurt your feelings with the price, ayy
Everything come with a price, ayy
Everything come with a price, ayy
Hundred thousand, yeah, my price (ooh)
Too many rings like I'm Mike (ooh)
I got the motherfuckin' mic (Ooh)
I got the motherfuckin' Ike, huh
I told your bitch to come trike, uh
Pass me the motherfuckin' mic, uh
I'm in the lobby, I'm piped (ooh)
I told that bitch to come pipe (ooh)
Shawty wan' fuck on the pipe, ooh, uh, ooh, what? Ooh
Shawty gon' lick on the pipe (ooh)
I got the strap like a dyke (ooh)
I got the strap, I don't fight (ooh)
My diamonds they icey, aye (ooh)
My diamonds they ice, they bite (ooh)
Your diamonds they ight, a-ight (ooh)
Ask that lil' bih, what's her type? (Ooh, ayy, what? Ayy)
Ooh, hop in that motherfuckin' foreign
And that motherfucker be roarin' (ooh)
Big gun, bitch, yeah, show 'em
City to city, I'm tourin' (yeah)
Lil Carti, I'm ready to pour
All of my diamonds they glowin'
Fuck on your bitch, yeah
She left in the mornin' (ooh)
Diamonds on diamonds on diamonds
Empty your pockets and pay a lil' homage (What?)
I got Pirus in the lobby (yeah)
I got Pirus right behind me
Cranberry drip with the rag (Carti)
I might just pull up in Bompton
Walk in the lobby like Gotti (Gotti)
You can't trust me, I'm too poppin' (poppin')
These niggas, they tryna 2Pac me (what? What?)
Used to be robbin' (Robbin')
Molly Santana, jaw lockin' (lockin')
This Spanish bih callin' me Papi
She ride me like a Bugatti ('gatti)
Hop in the foreign, fuck the mileage (mileage)
Pick the boof up, bitch, I'm tired (tired)
Booted up, bitch, never tired (what? Ooh, ooh)
Ooh, hop in that motherfuckin' foreign (what?)
And that motherfucker be roarin' (ooh)
Big gun, bitch, yeah, show 'em
City to city, I'm tourin' (ooh)
Lil Carti, I'm ready to pull up
All of my diamonds they glowin'
Fuck on your bitch, yeah
She left in the mornin' (ooh)
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Jenks, Onika Tanya Maraj, Jordan Terrell Carter
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