Overseas

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The year has just started and right now, I'm lookin' for cribs overseas
 I'm givin' my lady some drivin' lessons in a hundred-grand Jeep
 When you see me in public, no photos, man, I need some privacy please
 Good girl, she just sat on my face, now she's sayin' her legs have gone weak
 Bad, bad, see the jakes outside, now I'm flushin' the work down the toilet
 Mad, mad, Richard Mille, a crib by the port and it's imported
 Sad, sad, if you knew the truth 'bout that nigga then it would get awkward
 And I know that nigga get money now, I am the nigga that taught him
 Bro, I get the birds in, fuck a drought
 Worker is misbehavin', chuck him out
 I get the money, money from her house
 Out in a lovely, lovely country town
 I said, if you care about her, fly her out
 Go to the Louis store and buy it now
 I'ma keep pourin' 'til I'm runnin' out
 I just hit it from the back, she scared, she runnin' out
 Ooh, young and lit, money keep on comin' in
 Ooh, I keep a rock band on standby, pull up and drum that shit
 Ooh, deep in it, I'ma swim, hand on heart, I love this chick
 Ooh, all them niggas 'round me family, love them on some brother shit
 She suck my soul, she done it like Ash Kaash, I keep on gettin' them flashbacks
 I was OT, so I had to bash, I almost thought about gettin' a cab back
 Do it like Rico and video that, if we upload it, it'll probably get some backlash
 Backshots, she got the ripple effect, it's too temptin', and I can't help but slap that
 Fuck that, pull out, I don't wanna be a dad yet
 Plan B, girl, you gotta swallow that tablet
 The way that she handle it, this one talented
 Pum-pum soakin', feel like I'm paddlin'
 Back come 'round, I'm a fan of it
 Ride on a bike one time and saddle it (oh)
 Ayo, her doctor workin' wonders
 Damn, that's a big circumference (oh)
 Get her wet, she don't need no lube
 On the fortieth floor, you should see the views (alright)
 She don't wanna send me her pussy on Snapchat, madman, I don't wanna leak your nudes
 How do I say it without seemin' rude? (Huh), I just wanna see if it's cute
 Shake that back like a video vixen
 This one here don't wanna be in my tunes
 She wanna go Nobu just for the Snap
 If I pay for the tab, you best eat your food
 Word on the road is Cench get a hunnid a show, this ho' wan' see if it's true
 Posh ting, she don't wanna be with the squares no more
 She said she wanna be with the goons
 Thought she could hack it, not active
 Too smoky, now she wanna leave the room
 The year has just started and right now, I'm lookin' for cribs overseas
 I'm givin' my lady some drivin' lessons in a hundred-grand Jeep
 When you see me in public, no photos, man, I need some privacy please
 Good girl, she just sat on my face now she's sayin' her legs have gone weak
 Bad, bad, see the jakes outside, now I'm flushin' the work down the toilet
 Mad, mad, Richard Mille, a crib by the port and it's imported
 Sad, sad, if you knew the truth 'bout that nigga then it would get awkward
 And I know that nigga get money now, I am the nigga that taught him
 I love the trap (trap)
 Quarter milli on cars ain't never enough (enough)
 Couple milli, I put it aside, cop me a villa in Marbs (in Marbs)
 She need ten racks for her arse, I said, bro, "I'll put that on my dargs" (put that on my dargs)
 My killers still swervin' the Rona, but that ain't the reason for masks (yeah)
 I fill up the drum, and it's kickin' away, spin it back like I'm target (yeah)
 I sat in my kitchen, I'm whippin' away, and I'm droppin' off-white with no garlic
 It's a carousel when I'm spinnin' the tray, hate when my flight is delayed (delayed)
 I tell my lil' nigga, "Go flex in my Rollie, no money to waste" (waste)
 The year has just started and right now, I'm lookin' for cribs overseas
 I'm givin' my lady some drivin' lessons in a hundred-grand Jeep
 When you see me in public, no photos, man, I need some privacy please
 Good girl, she just sat on my face now she's sayin' her legs have gone weak
 Bad, bad, see the jakes outside, now I'm flushin' the work down the toilet
 Mad, mad, Richard Mille, a crib by the port and it's imported
 Sad, sad, if you knew the truth 'bout that nigga then it would get awkward
 And I know that nigga get money now, I am the nigga that taught him
 

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Duration
03:42
Key
8
Tempo
136 BPM

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