3One (ENG) - Foreign Cars lyrics
[3One ENG - Foreign Cars lyrics]
Shoulda coulda woulda
Doesn't work round here
If I fell in love with anyone, it'd be myself
Nowadays, I gotta wear a mask outside
Get rich, how you tryna die trying? Oh my
I've never worked a day in my life
The money came to me, alright
Music tings a hobby
I ain't even gotta say it twice
Rejected six figures, independent
I'ma roll the dice my lawyer's on the phone
He's telling me the offers line
Sign it or not, man, I don't know
Takе it or leave, I'm gonna die alonе
Getting offers from America
Won't take it like a ho
Money ain't growing on trees
But, it's bothering my phone
Imagine being 17
Making 30 bags on a lig ting
Don't need to wear another man's watch
I'll get my own ting
Some claiming that they're gang
Only me and Ziyo posted
Bitches say they love me
But, I act like I ain't notice
Don't even have my license
Make them Lambo' fart she foreign
But she ain't been in a foreign car
First time I jump in one
It felt like Mario Kart
What's mine ain't yours
Some niggas out here selling a facade
Don't even have my license
Make them Lambo' fart she foreign
But she ain't been in a foreign car
First time, I jump in one
It felt like Mario Kart
What's mine ain't yours
Some niggas out here selling a facade
It's like I'm getting everything
I ever wanted give my hooyo 20 bags and you
Don't ever have to worry
Money solves problems
It can't buy happiness and I'm sorry
Didn't fuck with education
But, I'm feeling like somebody
I used to take a couple coins and flip it
Playing money up but now I got money up
It's like the hood is all apart
Put my mask on, hoodie on
I ain't playing games up in DXB
DND, tapping off my card
Don't even trust myself
How can I go and trust somebody else?
Some niggas earn a little and
Start fucking up their health
I'm in the studio writing bars
Taping on the shelf get a jail call
What's good? Praying that you're well
My dawgs don't like to dance
They dance with fire arms
Can't die up in these streets
'cause the good die young
If every time I write makes me money
I'ma let it keep on coming
Paint the bigger picture with brush
I ain't in a hurry
Don't even have my license
Make them Lambo' fart she foreign
But she ain't been in a foreign car
(First time, I jump in one
It felt like Mario Kart)
(What's mine ain't yours
Some niggas out here selling a facade)
Doesn't work round here
If I fell in love with anyone, it'd be myself
Nowadays, I gotta wear a mask outside
Get rich, how you tryna die trying? Oh my
I've never worked a day in my life
The money came to me, alright
Music tings a hobby
I ain't even gotta say it twice
Rejected six figures, independent
I'ma roll the dice my lawyer's on the phone
He's telling me the offers line
Sign it or not, man, I don't know
Takе it or leave, I'm gonna die alonе
Getting offers from America
Won't take it like a ho
Money ain't growing on trees
But, it's bothering my phone
Imagine being 17
Making 30 bags on a lig ting
Don't need to wear another man's watch
I'll get my own ting
Some claiming that they're gang
Only me and Ziyo posted
Bitches say they love me
But, I act like I ain't notice
Don't even have my license
Make them Lambo' fart she foreign
But she ain't been in a foreign car
First time I jump in one
It felt like Mario Kart
What's mine ain't yours
Some niggas out here selling a facade
Don't even have my license
Make them Lambo' fart she foreign
But she ain't been in a foreign car
First time, I jump in one
It felt like Mario Kart
What's mine ain't yours
Some niggas out here selling a facade
It's like I'm getting everything
I ever wanted give my hooyo 20 bags and you
Don't ever have to worry
Money solves problems
It can't buy happiness and I'm sorry
Didn't fuck with education
But, I'm feeling like somebody
I used to take a couple coins and flip it
Playing money up but now I got money up
It's like the hood is all apart
Put my mask on, hoodie on
I ain't playing games up in DXB
DND, tapping off my card
Don't even trust myself
How can I go and trust somebody else?
Some niggas earn a little and
Start fucking up their health
I'm in the studio writing bars
Taping on the shelf get a jail call
What's good? Praying that you're well
My dawgs don't like to dance
They dance with fire arms
Can't die up in these streets
'cause the good die young
If every time I write makes me money
I'ma let it keep on coming
Paint the bigger picture with brush
I ain't in a hurry
Don't even have my license
Make them Lambo' fart she foreign
But she ain't been in a foreign car
(First time, I jump in one
It felt like Mario Kart)
(What's mine ain't yours
Some niggas out here selling a facade)