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Foreign cars everywhere
Bad ******* everywhere, take the tool everywhere
We make this money everywhere
Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere
These *****s straight outta the hood
They goin' to Paris
That whip that we whippin' exotic
These ******* exotic on gas
Pull up and hop out a foreign car
And I'm gettin' trailed by a foreign broad
I'm livin' life like an Avatar
I got a stick when I pull up on y'all
Who the **** think I'm a sucka?
Who the **** think I won't pull up and let loose?
I got three ******* with me
I'ma pull up on Bleveland, they gon' **** the crew
Who gonna stop me now? Who's gonna stop me now?
Who's gonna stop me, boy? Who?
I can't get all of you, somebody come with me
Just in case you can tie shoes
How many times have I told you
If you don't **** everyone that'll be rude?
How many times have I told you
To bring me me bags and you could be cool
Check gang
Let's have a moment of silence for *****s ain't 'round with us
(Oh, oh, oh)
Doin' bookin', come through
Splash on *****s, on the gas on *****s
In Milan eatin' fettuccine
Front row with the fashion show *****s
**** around and go buy a Lamborghini
I'm goin' NASCAR on *****s
Puffin' on the la la
I've been the fly guy when *****s rocked Izod
I'm movin' chickens like Popeye
Old money, new money
***** never gettin' old, threw a young ***** rock
Cookin' up the raw **** right now
Cookin' up the raw **** right now
Used to break down a whole ounce
I used to break down a whole ounce
I gotta weigh the money up now
It's takin' too long for me to count
Decisions, decisions
You ****in' with me, that's a head on collision
Them MACs and them TECS and them FN's, them 9s
We hustled, we struggled, we made it and grind
***** this Avatar
Ayy, the Young Thug goin' brazy, Young Thug goin' brazy!
Hannah Montana! Bangin' in red bandanas, blatt, blatt!
They wanna **** on me cause I keep choppas with ammo
*****s gon' hate on me cause I'm at the top with bro though
Oooh! Head honcho, hold up, kick in your mom door, shoot with the 4 4
Hell is you doin'?
Hold up, wait, I can't breathe, *****
Half a mil' I done took on my street, *****
All white, Thug fit, I won't eat, *****
Ran off with them keys, I won't see them *****s
Geeked up but the money geek
I run bands up on another street
Best stylist in the world can't dress me
Keep a pistol just in case he wanna test me
I keep racks and all of my *****s gon' eat
I keep racks and all of my *****s gon' eat
Where's Tar? Man I need me some Xans
I just left the beach I'm having all of the sand
Pull up and hop out a foreign car
And I'm gettin' trailed by a foreign broad
I'm livin' life like an Avatar
I got a stick when I pull up on y'all
Who the **** think I'm a sucka?
Who the **** think I won't pull up and let loose?
I got three ******* with me
I'ma pull up on Bleveland, they gon' **** the crew
Who gonna stop me now? Who's gonna stop me now?
Who's gonna stop me, boy? Who?
I can't get all of you, somebody come with me
Just in case you can tie shoes
How many times have I told you
If you don't **** everyone that'll be rude?
How many times have I told you
To bring me me bags and you could be cool