Foreign (feat. Yn Kay)

Need me, want me

Baby come get you a foreign, baby come get you a foreign
Yea, I'm a little bit crazy, boy don't think you goin' play me
Baby come get you a foreign, baby come get you a foreign
Yea, I'm a little bit crazy, boy don't think you goin' play me

Diamond rings and designer things
Baby, I'm in love with the finer things
Drake fell in love with this hotline bling
Ain't another girl keep it hot like me
Ooowee
Gucci bags and Birkin too
A nice corvette that comes in two's
Baby, I'm a saint, got Christian shoes
Red bottoms on my feet but my boys are blue

Baby come get you a foreign
Yea, I'm a little bit crazy, boy don't think you goin' play me
Baby come get you a foreign, baby come get you a foreign
Yea, I'm a little bit crazy, boy don't think you goin' play me

Catch me in LA
The hills where I stay
Trynna get a bag gotta go and get away
The snow is too cold, something like my heart
Married to the money shoulda' known from the start
Take me to the beach, skin-tight jeans
Ass so fat gotta show my physique
You know I keep it spicy he wanna make me wifey
I can steal her man so these hoes don't like me
Dress real nice but a freak in the sheets
My brothers all bang got cred in the streets
Need a boy from the west no rango
Latina baby we can tango
Stack up my money like legos
Love it when he eatin' on my Eggo
Walk around with chains, no Django
Talk to him in Spanish
Ole hoe (Hoe, hoe...)

Baby come get you a foreign, baby come get you a foreign
Yea, I'm a little bit crazy, boy don't think you goin' play me
Baby come get you a foreign, baby come get you a foreign
Yea, I'm a little bit crazy, boy don't think you goin' play me

Foreign ass baby she a freak though
Imma shoot my shot like a free throw (Swish, swish...)
Sniffin' out the cookie, imma eat those
If baby got ass then I need those ahh
She said daddy, he got cash, he a king or sum' ahh
Put them diamonds in my crown, fuck a ring or sum' ahh
Put her mouth on my mic, she goin' sing or sum'
And I'm feelin' like Drake hotline bling or sum'
We don't talk we just sleep like we lean or somethin'
And she be all up in my sheets she a freak or sum' ahh
Gucci and that Louis look good with that ice
Pussy water damage imma go and get some rice
We only talk dirty, nothing sweet, nothing nice
Cuz' baby she a foreign, swear that shit can change your life
(Really?)

Baby come get you a foreign, baby come get you a foreign
Yea, I'm a little bit crazy, boy don't think you goin' play me
Baby come get you a foreign, baby come get you a foreign
Yea, I'm a little bit crazy, boy don't think you goin' play me

Need me, want me



Credits
Writer(s): Camilla Schonander
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