Visa

I done fucked a foreign bitch, I ain't try and get her a visa card
I done fucked a foreign bitch and put her in a foreign car
I done bent that ass over, that ass wasn't large
Why you dribbling like that, I knew you was a basketball star
On the block with the trappers, looking at me like a star
Took the za to work, now we trappin out the parking lot
You can see the wavers, yea we pointing right at the top
She don't know which one to choose, so she gave everybody top

On the road to the money, I'm not gon' stop
On the road to the money, watch the bitches flock
On the road doing waves, waiting till the money drop
On the road wearing wave runners and Yeezy socks

I be pushing hard work, nigga, right off the drugs
Don't be capping, say you a real nigga, you a real plug
I know your mama didn't love you, you need a real hug
Y'all niggas love other niggas, I can't move that way

If you ain't five niggas on this team, you can move that way
Drip head to toe, lil' bitch, you can't stand in my face
Lil' ghetto, lil' black nigga running in your face
How can you feel the way when I'm not in your way

I want a drac to tuck it, but I can't tuck it away
Get her pregnant, I'ma fuck up her summer today
Took tequila and a jig, now I'm feeling okay
She a vegan, but she eating my beef today

I done fucked a foreign bitch, I ain't trying to get a her a Visa card
I done fucked a foreign bitch and put her in a foreign car
I done bent that ass over, that ass wasn't large
Why you dribbling like that I knew you was a basketball star
On the block with the trappers looking at me like a star
Took the za to work, now we trappin out the parking lot
You can see the wavers, yea we pointing right at the top
She don't know which one to choose, so she gave everybody top



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Writer(s): Cecil Scurry
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