Foreign lyrics

[Chorus]
Aye, aye
Aye, I'm in New York, I'm getting high
Hop out the Porsche, get in the ride (?)
That b*tch a dork, I tell her to slide
Hop in that sport
I do this lil sh*t here for sport
He isn't nothing, he [?]
Ion want yo hoe, she annoyin'
I'm in yo b*tch like a fork
Stack it up like I'm building a fort
Spin the 'Vette like we goin' on tour (?)
Money running cause a n*gga be bored
Yeah, he talkin' down, I'ma shoot at the floor
I run out of money, go get me some more
I don't even want that b*tch, think she a foreigner (?)

[Verse 1]
I got on Prada, I feel like I'm Satan
I might pull up in a spaceship
That is yo main b*tch, but she ate di*k
We know she ain't sh*t, I won't say sh*t
He talkin' down, [?]
n*ggas talk down and they nameless
Maison Margiela, but he rocking [?]
Got off my flight, but I landed in Vegas
Wait, you are not [?] Why you givin' me dap?
Ain't talking money, n*gga, I'll look back
Run to the money, he comin' in last
Talk down, that's yo ass
I heard yo hoe up for grabs
I heard yo latest single was trash
My n*ggas walk down, no mask
Damn, he scrapin' up change to get on the bus
Wait, I want the bread like crust
n*ggas be hatin', I don't give a f*ck
He talkin' down, we [?] it up
Wait, and I can't wait 'til we up
b*tch, I'm with Boof, and we smokin' on Runtz
Shoot at the roof if he thinkin' he tough (?)
[Chorus]
Aye, aye
Aye, I'm in New York, I'm getting high
Hop out the Porsche, get in the ride (?)
That b*tch a dork, I tell her to slide
Hop in that sport
I do this lil sh*t here for sport
He isn't nothing, he [?]
Ion want yo hoe, she annoyin'
I'm in yo b*tch like a fork
Stack it up like I'm building a fort
Spin the 'Vette like we goin' on tour (?)
Money running cause a n*gga be bored
Yeah, he talkin' down, I'ma shoot at the floor
I run out of money, go get me some more
I don't even want that b*tch, think she a foreigner (?)

[Chorus]
Aye, aye
Aye, I'm in New York, I'm getting high
Hop out the Porsche, get in the ride (?)
That b*tch a dork, I tell her to slide
Hop in that sport
I do this lil sh*t here for sport
He isn't nothing, he [?]
Ion want yo hoe, she annoyin'
I'm in yo b*tch like a fork
Stack it up like I'm building a fort
Spin the 'Vette like we goin' on tour (?)
Money running cause a n*gga be bored
Yeah, he talkin' down, I'ma shoot at the floor
I run out of money, go get me some more
I don't even want that b*tch, think she a foreigner (?)
[Verse 2]
n*ggas know me, I be smokin' the pack
.30 on me, so you know I won't lack
I don’t even want yo hoe, [?]
I'm gettin' this dough, I'm thumbin' through racks
Now you wasn't f*ckin' wit' me in the past (?)
I know that she want me, but I cannot brag
Smokin' Moonrock and it sent me to Mars
I hop in Mercedes, n*gga, push to start
Balenci baby, and these [?]
Scopin' a sniper, I see from afar
I just hit a bull's eye like a dog
I've been on that bullsh*t from the start
I'm leavin' him clueless
Shoot the choppa, he oozing (?)
Send them b*tches my way, I'm a [?]
Aye, [?]
All my n*ggas is savage and ruthless
He try uppin' the score when he losin'
Yeah, he a loser
I'm in yo nightmare, no Freddy Krueger
These n*ggas my sons, so I ride with a tutor (?)

[Chorus]
Aye, aye
Aye, I’m in New York, I’m getting high
Hop out the Porsche, get in the ride (?)
That b*tch a dork, I tell her to slide
Hop in that sport
I do this lil sh*t here for sport
He isn’t nothing, he [?]
Ion want yo hoe, she annoyin’
I’m in yo b*tch like a fork
Stack it up like I’m building a fort
Spin the ‘vette like we goin’ on tour (?)
Money running cause a n*gga be bored
Yeah, he talkin’ down, I’ma shoot at the floor
I run out of money, go get me some more
I don’t even want that b*tch, think she a foreigner (?)