Foreign Exchange

[Intro]

What's wrong with this clown, circus—

Cir-cir-circus, stand-up guy

I call you Eddie Murphy 'cah you're funny as fuck

'Cah you're funny as fuck, cir-cir—, 'cah you're funny as fuck

Cir-cir—, what's wrong with this clown? Circus—

'Cah you're funny as fuck

What's wrong with this clown? Circus—

'Cah you're funny as fuck, cir-cir—

What's wrong with this clown? Circus—

'Cah you're funny as fuck

[Chorus]

I got a bad lil' mil' from Russia, loved by loads

Every time we meet, she loves to pay

I-I don't think you know 'bout thuggin' like that

That's what I call me a foreign exchange

Me and-me and them, we was never the same (We was never the same)

Well, I fucked off colly for an OT train

In a next mans spot with Kelly and Kane

I was seventeen wet from a rainy day (Yuck)

Pa-pa-packs are bruckin' down buds

I'll fly this bag and stuff this tray

Fly this quick, man, I love this shit

Double this flip and lay in my cakе

I'll-I'll don't give a fuck 'bout a phone back, bro

Pleasе get the fuck out my fray

And we're stackin' up P's, I don't give a fuck 'bout them

But I want everythin', please give me my change

[Verse]

I'm Madeleine McCann, but the trappy version

'Cause I was in O when they thought I went missin'

EasyJet, the way I fly them packets 'cah we got the cheapest tickets

What's-what's wrong with all of these yutes? They're mental

Toddler syndrome, my niggas be kiddin' (What's wrong with the guys?)

Told my mom, "So I'm finna get rich"

Now I won't stop 'til I make it the richest (No way)

Local vet, 24s I'm open, I took them cats, made me some kittens

How-how you think that I got the phone line rippin'

Grouchin' nitties, but I don't give no pity (None)

I'm in the trap house, now, niggas can't stay awake, it's silly

Run to the money so fast, no patience

Bro, I just pray that a nigga ain't trippin'

What's-what's wrong with this clown? Circus punk, comedian prick

He never been a stand-up guy

I call you Eddie Murphy 'cah you're funny as fuck (Ha, ha)

What's-what's wrong with this clown? Circus punk, comedian prick

He never been a stand-up guy (Ha, ha)

I got love for bro, sold me a fucked up pack

Still diced in to rocks, what's wrong with this don?

Would-would-would've it's [?] kitchen the way I got it all gone

This girl wanna cuff, but I wanna tump

She want me locked with the federal bitch (Fuck it)

Me and Teeway, Lilo & Stitch (Bro)

O hunna, that's the way that I live

[Chorus]

I got a bad lil' mil' from Russia, loved by loads

Every time we meet, she loves to pay (She loves to pay)

I-I don't think you know 'bout thuggin' like that

That's what I call me a foreign exchange (A foreign exchange)

Me and-me and them, we was never the same

Well, I fucked off colly for an OT train

In a next mans spot with Kelly and Kane

I was seventeen wet from a rainy day

I'll fly this bag and stuff this tray

Fly this quick, man, I love this shit

Double this flip and lay in my cake (Come on)

I'll-I'll don't give a fuck 'bout a phone back, bro

Please get the fuck out my fray

And we're stackin' up P's, I don't give a fuck 'bout them

But I want everythin', please give me my change (Ayy, gimme that)