Foreign (feat. Cha$eJuggz, Drewbie, Goose & Level)

Bitch, you know you don't mean none to me I been smokin' hella gas, bitch I cannot fuckin' see Runnin' up the bands, yeah I do this for my fuckin' team I been sellin' gas, yeah, since I was like 15 Prada, Gucci, Louie Yeah, they call me Drewbie In the trap, I ain't no nooby And this paper ain't no loose-leaf And she givin' me the toothy And I might just smack the booty Why they call me Cupid? Got me feelin' stupid I just crashed a new whip Got me feelin' clueless You could see it in my pupils I ain't off the usual You know we exclusive, CEO in the building And I'm higher than the ceiling, too much drugs, no more feelin' Off the henny, gotta get shit done already Got so many problems, I can't bring 'em with me Only after the bands, just hunnits and 50's Do it however I can, you know I ain't picky And I ain't stoppin' at all, no I can't let 'em get me Yeah, I'm just havin' a ball, sippin' on Jack and Brandy Might stumble, but never fall, keep it pushin' like a G Bouta pop off, so much money, think I got a tree Don't know where I'm goin' but I'm goin' far Overcomin' weakness, movin' through the dark Never takin' advantage, bitch I do my part I be collectin' bills while you be pushin' carts Comin' for ya, shoulda known it from the start While you be out there crying, we be livin' large Make it to the top, you know that we in charge Crash the whip, replace it with a foreign car She wanna ride in the foreign Can't fuck with no hoe that is borin' She wanna come with me tourin' I been makin' shots I'm scorin' Hop in the coop and I'm doin' the dash 160, bitch I'm goin' real fast Got me a Glock, I'm finna blast Why you hypin, boy we know that you trash Takin' the bread, I'm takin' the cash Nah, nah, I can't go out sad Bitch you know that I'm in my bag Fuck nah, I can't go out sad Cannot go out sad Yeah, I'm all about that money, I'm bout that bag Let 'em have it, my guys way too savage I keep that mothafuckin' nine, it's tucked up in my jacket I keep my shooter active, we bout action, we bout action I like hoes and I like fashion Talkin' hot, but I know they cappin' Bitch, you know you don't mean none to me I been smokin' hella gas, bitch I cannot fuckin' see Runnin' up the bands, yeah I do this for my fuckin' team I been sellin' gas, yeah, since I was like 15