King Davie, Cha$eJuggz, Drewbie, Goose, Level - Foreign Lyrics

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