Foreign lyrics

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

[Chorus]
Ooh, hop in that motherf*ckin' foreign
And that motherf*cker be roarin' (Ooh)
Big gun, b*tch, yeah, show 'em
City to city, I'm tourin' (Ooh)
Lil Carti, I'm ready to pour
All of my diamonds, they glowin'
f*ck on your b*tch, yeah
She left in the mornin' (Ooh)

[Verse 1]
Diamonds, they skatin' on ice, huh
Run it up, b*tch, 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*ckin' mic (Ooh)
I got the motherf*ckin' Ike, huh
I told your b*tch to come trike, uh
Pass me the motherf*ckin' mic, uh
I'm in the lobby, I'm piped, ooh
I told that b*tch to come pipe, ooh
Shawty wan' f*ck 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*tch what's her type? (Ooh, ayy, what? Ayy)
[Chorus]
Ooh, hop in that motherf*ckin' foreign
And that motherf*cker be roarin' (Ooh)
Big gun, b*tch, yeah, show 'em
City to city, I'm tourin' (Yeah)
Lil Carti, I'm ready to pour
All of my diamonds, they glowin'
f*ck on your b*tch, yeah
She left in the mornin' (Ooh)

[Verse 2]
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*ggas, they tryna 2Pac me (What? What?)
Used to be robbin' (Robbin')
Molly Santana, jaw lockin' (Lockin')
This Spanish b*tch callin' me Papi (Papi)
She ride me like a Bugatti ('Gatti)
Hop in the foreign, f*ck the mileage (Mileage)
Pick the boof up, b*tch, I'm tired (Tired)
Booted up, b*tch, never tired (What? Ooh, ooh)
[Chorus]
Ooh, hop in that motherf*ckin' foreign (What?)
And that motherf*cker be roarin' (Ooh)
Big gun, b*tch, yeah, show 'em
City to city, I'm tourin' (Ooh)
Lil Carti, I'm ready to pour
All of my diamonds, they glowin'
f*ck on your b*tch, yeah
She left in the mornin' (Ooh)