Foreign Today

[Verse 1: Larry June] Yeah, it was a nice day, I got the whip washed Don’t call me Larry, call me Macintosh Movin’...to da beat Pair of two-thousand dollars kicks on my feet Don’t check me, check da hooker I’m runnin’ through bands, I’m keepin’ ‘em lookin’ Need at least ten G’s just to book her I need one of dem hoes, so, what’s up wit her sister? So, I hit Payroll, what’s up wit it? (what’s hannin’?) Lowkey I need a hunid, really fuckin’ wit it Bitch pimpin’, trappin’, mackin’ it all Bitch, do a call, run it up for ya boy I was seventeeeeeen in AZ P’s hit dat gas, come shop wit a G Don’t be like me, bitch, be like Mike Ten G’s on me, bitch, just sumn’ slight K, I’m doin’ sumn' new, you can tell by da lights Feelin’ hella fuckin’ good, I might eat sumn’ tonight Lil baby come through, when I kilt it from the side Lately I just want bread, I ain’t trippin’ off much What’s hannin’? [Chorus: Larry June] Ridin’ wit a motherfuckin’ 10 on me It ain’t hard to tell I’m the big homie Every day I need a new check I done had all da whips, what’s next? I’m ridin’ foreign today I’m ridin’ foreign today [Verse 2: HBK Kidd] Nigga, my pockets on overload I’m about to get some mo’ fasho Briefcase full of money, clothes that look like a motor [?] Diamonds clear as Casper, now dese hoes caught da Holy Ghost Countin’ big stacks all night, a couple mo’ to go She beggin’ for a half night, but what you made last night? Baby, if dat cash right, I’m grippin’ on dat ass tight Hold up, wait a minute, let me stop and check the math twice It’s one chance to get me tryin’ out, cause Ion pass twice That’s right, I just sit back, and I get chose now Man, I never brag about myself, that’s yo’ hoe job Nigga, you a lame, yo’ homies use you for a stove route (?) I gotta make a mil before da year end, on God No [?] is hot but I’m iced up in every June Ridin’ in the Bay, I’m bussin’ hoes down with Larry June Babygirl location shared with me, I know every move Hoes try to tackle me, they get a Barry move ‘Cause I’m... [Chorus: Larry June] Ridin’ wit a motherfuckin’ 10 on me It ain’t hard to tell I’m the big homie Every day I need a new check I done had all da whips, what’s next? I’m ridin’ foreign today I’m ridin’ foreign today [Verse 3: Payroll Giovanni] It’s the...Benz-parking, chain-swangin’, sky-dwellin’... Nigga out Detroit “Girl, what is he sellin’?” That’s what the hoes whisper as I exit coupes and enter Into the club, yeah, I’m the boss and a sinner Twenty-thousand dollar coat fur for the winter Shit, I gotta have a fur too when it hit December When trees touch down, we ain’t yellin’ out, “timber” We ain’t yellin’ out shit Other than, “pull up and get ‘em” Hit up Larry June, had to ask him ‘bout a bitch From around his way, she claim her brother got the bricks He said she smooth, so I put it all together If my calculations right, I should ball till forever Thousand-dollar sweater, smell the creed as I pass Yeah, Payroll look, you can tell by how he laugh A hundred touch down, I’ma move ‘em on the ave While sippin’ out a champagne glass, I’m first-class, nigga [Chorus: Larry June] Ridin’ wit a motherfuckin’ 10 on me It ain’t hard to tell I’m the big homie Every day I need a new check I done had all da whips, what’s next? I’m ridin’ foreign today I’m ridin’ foreign today