Foriegn
Stack up this paper like poker chips (yeah, uh)
Fendi my bag
Fuck nigga you can't afford this shit
Drippin' this swag
Look at my tag, this that foreign shit
I like that foreign shit
I like them foreign whips
I need a foreign bitch
We could shoot porn clips (uh)
Bitch make it clap
She go straight to the head like a Suorin, bitch
I can't even take it, lil' shawty too freaky
She wanna fuck me all night, every time we get geeky
Shit I'm smoking too loud, I can't hear what you speaking
This here thirty percent guaranteed have you tweakin'
But I need it
I'm working hard 'round the clock even weekends
No time to stress on a bitch, I got demons
I can't get to close to no trick, they want semen
Got a full metal condom, some shit you you ain't seen yet
Oh yeah my nigga I mean it
You know it's NTG, I'm a young evil genius
Sippin' on Hennessy, hella gas like a Prius
You don't like what I'm saying, you can suck on my penis
Yeah, read it and weep, bitch
My niggas not with the games this ain't sequence
My team pull up on the scene, it's a scene, bitch
Got these bitches all on us, they know we gettin' rich
She could tell that I'm ballin, just look at my fit (yeah)
I'm fresh as fuck
Versace my shirt, I work till I hurt
So I can get buried in gucci and stuff, yeah
I got the package man
I'm bout to send it through traffic man
All for the bag, I'm not slackin man
Run up these racks till I'm stackin' M's (yeah, yeah)
Stack it tall (real tall)
Young nigga ball till he fuckin fall (till I fall)
Hoes come in threes just like Chris Paul
She said she want a ring just like Chris Paul
God damn
Stack up this paper like poker chips (yeah, uh)
Fendi my bag
Fuck nigga you can't afford this shit
Drippin' this swag
Look at my tag, this that foreign shit
I like that foreign shit
I like them foreign whips
I need a foreign bitch
We could shoot porn clips (uh)
Bitch make it clap
She go straight to the head like a Suorin, bitch
Speed down your block in that coupe
He seen I had his bitch ridin' with he want shoot
Young nigga high like the roof
I get geeked in broad day like it's Amsterdam foo'
Lil' nigga don't got a clue
But Lil TG I'm Blue, shawty called me a dawg and it's true
Still she wanna see what it do
Nigga slidin' on these beats, like my flow got the flu
Keep a few hoes like I'm Lou
Got my shooters right here they might shoot sum at you
I'm blessed like I said "achoo"
These lil' niggas be stressed every time that we move
Bad lil' foreign lil' bitch she wanna fuck on my crew
That was your wife, that bitch choosing
Talking down have the gang on yo ass like time True's
Nigga you lose
Stack up this paper like poker chips (yeah, uh)
Fendi my bag
Fuck nigga you can't afford this shit
Drippin' this swag
Look at my tag, this that foreign shit
I like that foreign shit
I like them foreign whips
I need a foreign bitch
We could shoot porn clips (uh)
Bitch make it clap
She go straight to the head like a Suorin, bitch
Stack up this paper like poker chips (yeah, uh)
Fendi my bag
Fuck nigga you can't afford this shit
Drippin' this swag
Look at my tag, this that foreign shit
I like that foreign shit
I like them foreign whips
I need a foreign bitch
We could shoot porn clips (uh)
Bitch make it clap
She go straight to the head like a Suorin, bitch
Fendi my bag
Fuck nigga you can't afford this shit
Drippin' this swag
Look at my tag, this that foreign shit
I like that foreign shit
I like them foreign whips
I need a foreign bitch
We could shoot porn clips (uh)
Bitch make it clap
She go straight to the head like a Suorin, bitch
I can't even take it, lil' shawty too freaky
She wanna fuck me all night, every time we get geeky
Shit I'm smoking too loud, I can't hear what you speaking
This here thirty percent guaranteed have you tweakin'
But I need it
I'm working hard 'round the clock even weekends
No time to stress on a bitch, I got demons
I can't get to close to no trick, they want semen
Got a full metal condom, some shit you you ain't seen yet
Oh yeah my nigga I mean it
You know it's NTG, I'm a young evil genius
Sippin' on Hennessy, hella gas like a Prius
You don't like what I'm saying, you can suck on my penis
Yeah, read it and weep, bitch
My niggas not with the games this ain't sequence
My team pull up on the scene, it's a scene, bitch
Got these bitches all on us, they know we gettin' rich
She could tell that I'm ballin, just look at my fit (yeah)
I'm fresh as fuck
Versace my shirt, I work till I hurt
So I can get buried in gucci and stuff, yeah
I got the package man
I'm bout to send it through traffic man
All for the bag, I'm not slackin man
Run up these racks till I'm stackin' M's (yeah, yeah)
Stack it tall (real tall)
Young nigga ball till he fuckin fall (till I fall)
Hoes come in threes just like Chris Paul
She said she want a ring just like Chris Paul
God damn
Stack up this paper like poker chips (yeah, uh)
Fendi my bag
Fuck nigga you can't afford this shit
Drippin' this swag
Look at my tag, this that foreign shit
I like that foreign shit
I like them foreign whips
I need a foreign bitch
We could shoot porn clips (uh)
Bitch make it clap
She go straight to the head like a Suorin, bitch
Speed down your block in that coupe
He seen I had his bitch ridin' with he want shoot
Young nigga high like the roof
I get geeked in broad day like it's Amsterdam foo'
Lil' nigga don't got a clue
But Lil TG I'm Blue, shawty called me a dawg and it's true
Still she wanna see what it do
Nigga slidin' on these beats, like my flow got the flu
Keep a few hoes like I'm Lou
Got my shooters right here they might shoot sum at you
I'm blessed like I said "achoo"
These lil' niggas be stressed every time that we move
Bad lil' foreign lil' bitch she wanna fuck on my crew
That was your wife, that bitch choosing
Talking down have the gang on yo ass like time True's
Nigga you lose
Stack up this paper like poker chips (yeah, uh)
Fendi my bag
Fuck nigga you can't afford this shit
Drippin' this swag
Look at my tag, this that foreign shit
I like that foreign shit
I like them foreign whips
I need a foreign bitch
We could shoot porn clips (uh)
Bitch make it clap
She go straight to the head like a Suorin, bitch
Stack up this paper like poker chips (yeah, uh)
Fendi my bag
Fuck nigga you can't afford this shit
Drippin' this swag
Look at my tag, this that foreign shit
I like that foreign shit
I like them foreign whips
I need a foreign bitch
We could shoot porn clips (uh)
Bitch make it clap
She go straight to the head like a Suorin, bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Nathan Snider
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