Famous Dex, iLL Chris - Foreign Currency lyrics
Famous Dex [Dexter Tiewon Gore Jr.] Chicago, Illinois.U.S.
[Famous Dex, iLL Chris - Foreign Currency lyrics]
What? Bow, ha
What we doing? Dexter!
Yeah, what? Hey, wha-
It's Dexter and iLL Chris? Ha, yeah
Oh man god damn! What? What?
Huh, what? These niggas some bustas
30 on me, I swear I'm bust ya
Got a bad bitch, know she a sucker
(know she a what?)
Can't hang out with these niggas
I swear they some softies
Know I came with the sauce, yeah
Final level, I'm the boss, yeah
You either born with the sauce, huh
Or you lost in the sauce, yeah
Me and Dex in Japan, yeah my hand, yeah
Flexin' hard in real life, yeah
You only do it on the 'gram, yeah
Only blues in my band, yeah
Hella blues in my hand, yeah
Blues Brothers, I'm the man, yeah
High designer my brands, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hit 'em with a cross, man
I hit 'em with a shot
Feelin' like Hardy, man
I hit 'em with a fly
D-d don't even trip, I got it in a pocket
Huh, what? These niggas some bustas
30 on me, I swear I'm bust ya
Got a bad bitch, know she a sucker
(know she a what?)
Can't hang out with these niggas
I swear they some softies
Back then I was broke (I was)
Now I'm sellin' out the show
I was kickin' in the doors
Everybody on the floor
I ain't doin' that again
Huh, what? Huh, yeah
Fuck a little bitch 'cause she got a twin
(she do) yeah, yeah
Smoke a little dope, I had to lace it
Cartier braces, ooh fuck a little bitch
Bust in her face money on me, huh
Diamonds all on my teeth, ooh
You so weak, huh pussy boy, you cheap
Huh, what? These niggas some bustas
30 on me, I swear I'm bust ya
Got a bad bitch, know she a sucker
(know she a what?)
Can't hang out with these niggas
I swear they some softies huh, what?
These niggas some bustas
30 on me, I swear I'm bust ya
Got a bad bitch, know she a sucker
(know she a what?)
Can't hang out with these niggas
I swear they some softies
Dexter and iLL Chris (what?)
Fuck a little bitch, swear to god she illy
Dexter and iLL Chris
Fuck a little bitch, swear to god she
Dexter, illy
Tell these bitches get out they feelings
Uh, got Gucci on 'til we hit the millions
Uh, know what I'm sayin'?, diamonds
All on my teeth, diamonds they on my teeth
Oh my god, Ronny! Hahaha
What we doing? Dexter!
Yeah, what? Hey, wha-
It's Dexter and iLL Chris? Ha, yeah
Oh man god damn! What? What?
Huh, what? These niggas some bustas
30 on me, I swear I'm bust ya
Got a bad bitch, know she a sucker
(know she a what?)
Can't hang out with these niggas
I swear they some softies
Know I came with the sauce, yeah
Final level, I'm the boss, yeah
You either born with the sauce, huh
Or you lost in the sauce, yeah
Me and Dex in Japan, yeah my hand, yeah
Flexin' hard in real life, yeah
You only do it on the 'gram, yeah
Only blues in my band, yeah
Hella blues in my hand, yeah
Blues Brothers, I'm the man, yeah
High designer my brands, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hit 'em with a cross, man
I hit 'em with a shot
Feelin' like Hardy, man
I hit 'em with a fly
D-d don't even trip, I got it in a pocket
Huh, what? These niggas some bustas
30 on me, I swear I'm bust ya
Got a bad bitch, know she a sucker
(know she a what?)
Can't hang out with these niggas
I swear they some softies
Back then I was broke (I was)
Now I'm sellin' out the show
I was kickin' in the doors
Everybody on the floor
I ain't doin' that again
Huh, what? Huh, yeah
Fuck a little bitch 'cause she got a twin
(she do) yeah, yeah
Smoke a little dope, I had to lace it
Cartier braces, ooh fuck a little bitch
Bust in her face money on me, huh
Diamonds all on my teeth, ooh
You so weak, huh pussy boy, you cheap
Huh, what? These niggas some bustas
30 on me, I swear I'm bust ya
Got a bad bitch, know she a sucker
(know she a what?)
Can't hang out with these niggas
I swear they some softies huh, what?
These niggas some bustas
30 on me, I swear I'm bust ya
Got a bad bitch, know she a sucker
(know she a what?)
Can't hang out with these niggas
I swear they some softies
Dexter and iLL Chris (what?)
Fuck a little bitch, swear to god she illy
Dexter and iLL Chris
Fuck a little bitch, swear to god she
Dexter, illy
Tell these bitches get out they feelings
Uh, got Gucci on 'til we hit the millions
Uh, know what I'm sayin'?, diamonds
All on my teeth, diamonds they on my teeth
Oh my god, Ronny! Hahaha