Paroles Foreign (Original) par Playboi Carti

You know what I'm sayin', man?
Still drinkin' lean and sh*t

Ooh (Beep), hop in that motherf**kin' foreign (What?)
And that motherf**ker be roarin' (Ooh)
Big gun, b*t*h, yeah, show 'em (Ooh)
City to city, I'm tourin' (Ooh)
Lil Carti, I'm ready to pour (Ooh)
All of my diamonds, they glowin'
f**k on your b*t*h, yeah
She left in the mornin' (Ooh)

Diamonds, they skatin' on ice, huh
Run it up, b*t*h, Jerry Rice, hey, ayy
Hurt your feelings with the price, ayy
Everything come with a price, ayy
Everything come with a price, ayy
Hundred thousand, yeah, my price (Ooh)
Too many rings like I'm Mike (Ooh)
I got the motherf**kin' mic (Ooh)
I got the motherf**kin' Ike, huh
I told your b*t*h to come trike, uh
Pass me the motherf**kin' mic, uh
I'm in the lobby, I'm piped, ooh
I told that b*t*h to come pipe, ooh
Shawty want f**k on the pipe, ooh, uh, ooh, what? Ooh
Shawty gon' lick on the pipe, ooh
I got the strap like a dyke, ooh
I got the strap, I don't fight, ooh
My diamonds, they icy ice, ooh
My diamonds, they ice, they bite, ooh
Your diamonds, they 'ight, a'ight, ooh
Ask that lil' b*t*h what's her type? (Ooh, ayy, what? Ayy)

Ooh (Beep), hop in that motherf**kin' foreign (What?)
And that motherf**ker be roarin' (Ooh)
Big gun, b*t*h, yeah, show 'em (Ooh)
City to city, I'm tourin' (Ooh)
(Yeah)
Lil Carti, I'm ready to pour (Ooh)
(Woah)
All of my diamonds, they glowin'
f**k on your b*t*h, yeah
(Woah)
She left in the mornin' (Ooh)

I had to leave that b*t*h like a deadbeat, woah, ayy
Life too hard, concrete, woah, ayy
She just wanna stay, retreat, no (No)
b*t*h, I ain't hotel [?], woah
All these bags full of cash look like groceries, yeah
My pockets fat, n***a park an [?], yeah
I'm playin' money trees, momma, grow with me, yeah
She come in with a team and leave the show with me (I said me)

Ooh (Beep), hop in that motherf**kin' foreign (What?)
And that motherf**ker be roarin' (Ooh)
Big gun, b*t*h, yeah, show 'em (Ooh)
City to city, I'm tourin' (Ooh)
Lil Carti, I'm ready to pour (Ooh)
All of my diamonds, they glowin'
f**k on your b*t*h, yeah
She left in the mornin' (Ooh)

Diamonds on diamonds on diamonds
Empty your pockets and pay that lil' homage (What?)
I got Pirus in the lobby (Yeah)
I got Pirus right behind me (Carti)
Cranberry drip with the rag (Carti)
I might just pull up in Bompton (Carti)
Walk in the lobby like Gotti (Gotti)
You can't trust me, I'm too poppin' (Poppin')
These n***as, they tryna 2Pac me (What? What?)
Used to be robbin' (Robbin')
Molly Santana, jaw lockin' (Lockin')
This Spanish b*t*h callin' me Papi (Papi)
She ride me like a Bugatti ('Gatti)
Hop in the foreign, f**k the mileage (Mileage)
Pick the boof up, b*t*h, I'm tired (Tired)
Booted up, b*t*h, never tired (What? Ooh, ooh)

Ooh (Beep), hop in that motherf**kin' foreign (What?)
And that motherf**ker be roarin' (Ooh)
Big gun, b*t*h, yeah, show 'em (Ooh)
City to city, I'm tourin' (Ooh)
Lil Carti, I'm ready to pour (Ooh)
All of my diamonds, they glowin'
f**k on your b*t*h, yeah
She left in the mornin' (Ooh)

Huh, woah
Huh, woah