Berner, Keak da Sneak, Snow Tha Product, Sage The Gemini - Foreign lyrics
Snow Tha Product [Claudia Alexandra Madriz Meza] San José, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Berner, Keak da Sneak, Snow Tha Product, Sage The Gemini - Foreign lyrics]
Yeah, where the whole damn bay at?
06, H Town with the gray pack
New bands come found, like a Maybach
I smoked out with my luv, bro, asap
Get yo mind right, baby, that’s a downgrade
My new bitch get money outta town, babe
New sneakers, no 2-seaters?
I’m shotgun with a dirty 2 liter
She like to work the stripclub, don’t she?
Bar is too crowded, I’mma hit the Pink Poney
I’m drunk off wine, shout at E-40
Earl Steve taste good with the OG, homie
Yeah, this bay bizz, I’m in the space ship
My lil homie keep the cannon, get yo face lit
(yeah) huh, lemme show ya how the cake flip
I got rich with the Asians nay, sham, blue
Cherry pop wire real cookies turn blue
Y’all gettin’ no money and I
Feed my whole crew
Broad pinned outside, I dunno bout you
Tell yo baby momma hi, I’mma call later
When she come on from work
She give me all the paper
It’s a bay thing and I
Ain’t ever buy the scraper
I been in European whips, fuck all my haters
(Young Bern)
I'm a foreign man
Foreign bitches Foreign dance
I go over sea's & get foreign bands
If you ain't talkin money I don't understand
If you ain't talkin money I don't understand
Planes in my left
I got the world in my other hand
I got work in the motherland
If you ain't talkin money I don't understand
If you ain't talkin money I don't understand
Talk dollars I could feel it standing
Straight days? Never empty handed
Stunt a nigga growth when I get?
So if it ain't about bands
Ain't no use saying it
I'm strapped No brainer shit
Niggas sprayin it & it's a wrap in the
Booth When a nigga landed
Spit it for the area O'bannon
Shit wack in the whip nigga No planning
YSL Belt see it on the buckle
Versace paragon Rock it nigga Hustle
I'm sweatin like I'm off the molly
Louis Gucci down Roberto De
Benz & a Porsche Can't leave here without em
So I hop in a drop?
Cuttin corners doin a hundred
Leaving it cloudy
This dedicated to the haters
Them niggas that doubted
I'm a foreign man
Foreign bitches Foreign dance
I go over sea's & get foreign bands
If you ain't talkin money I don't understand
If you ain't talkin money I don't understand
Planes in my left
I got the world in my other hand
I got work in the motherland
If you ain't talkin money I don't understand
If you ain't talkin money I don't understand
Uh, look, yo Snow White Tha Product
Outchea goin harder bitches thought I quit
Oh, no, I just paused it like a comma
I just took a break and shit
To spend some on my momma
But, I got her ass a house
And now I'm back to get this gwola
Pale skin mexi, classic like a chevy
I'ma kill the game
Whether or not these bitches let me
Jordan's are just seven's
Latin bitches sexy, how you gonna beat me
If your ass can't even catch me
You can miss me with the bullshit
You can hit me with the digit's
You can call me what you want
But, I only pick up for business
Why you bitches trippin
'Cause your boyfriend out here diggin
I would probably rather pull your ass
Cash out while you stripping
I was raised on Mac Dre
40 Water and some Thizzin
And I wouldn't have no bay in me
If I was in here pimpin got a lil shark here
Shit finna change up gET WOKE
Catch a show bitch, WAKE YA GAME UP! UGH!
I'm a foreign man
Foreign bitches Foreign dance
I go over sea's & get foreign bands
If you ain't talkin money I don't understand
If you ain't talkin money I don't understand
Planes in my left
I got the world in my other hand
I got work in the motherland
If you ain't talkin money I don't understand
If you ain't talkin money I don't understand
(Understand)
06, H Town with the gray pack
New bands come found, like a Maybach
I smoked out with my luv, bro, asap
Get yo mind right, baby, that’s a downgrade
My new bitch get money outta town, babe
New sneakers, no 2-seaters?
I’m shotgun with a dirty 2 liter
She like to work the stripclub, don’t she?
Bar is too crowded, I’mma hit the Pink Poney
I’m drunk off wine, shout at E-40
Earl Steve taste good with the OG, homie
Yeah, this bay bizz, I’m in the space ship
My lil homie keep the cannon, get yo face lit
(yeah) huh, lemme show ya how the cake flip
I got rich with the Asians nay, sham, blue
Cherry pop wire real cookies turn blue
Y’all gettin’ no money and I
Feed my whole crew
Broad pinned outside, I dunno bout you
Tell yo baby momma hi, I’mma call later
When she come on from work
She give me all the paper
It’s a bay thing and I
Ain’t ever buy the scraper
I been in European whips, fuck all my haters
(Young Bern)
I'm a foreign man
Foreign bitches Foreign dance
I go over sea's & get foreign bands
If you ain't talkin money I don't understand
If you ain't talkin money I don't understand
Planes in my left
I got the world in my other hand
I got work in the motherland
If you ain't talkin money I don't understand
If you ain't talkin money I don't understand
Talk dollars I could feel it standing
Straight days? Never empty handed
Stunt a nigga growth when I get?
So if it ain't about bands
Ain't no use saying it
I'm strapped No brainer shit
Niggas sprayin it & it's a wrap in the
Booth When a nigga landed
Spit it for the area O'bannon
Shit wack in the whip nigga No planning
YSL Belt see it on the buckle
Versace paragon Rock it nigga Hustle
I'm sweatin like I'm off the molly
Louis Gucci down Roberto De
Benz & a Porsche Can't leave here without em
So I hop in a drop?
Cuttin corners doin a hundred
Leaving it cloudy
This dedicated to the haters
Them niggas that doubted
I'm a foreign man
Foreign bitches Foreign dance
I go over sea's & get foreign bands
If you ain't talkin money I don't understand
If you ain't talkin money I don't understand
Planes in my left
I got the world in my other hand
I got work in the motherland
If you ain't talkin money I don't understand
If you ain't talkin money I don't understand
Uh, look, yo Snow White Tha Product
Outchea goin harder bitches thought I quit
Oh, no, I just paused it like a comma
I just took a break and shit
To spend some on my momma
But, I got her ass a house
And now I'm back to get this gwola
Pale skin mexi, classic like a chevy
I'ma kill the game
Whether or not these bitches let me
Jordan's are just seven's
Latin bitches sexy, how you gonna beat me
If your ass can't even catch me
You can miss me with the bullshit
You can hit me with the digit's
You can call me what you want
But, I only pick up for business
Why you bitches trippin
'Cause your boyfriend out here diggin
I would probably rather pull your ass
Cash out while you stripping
I was raised on Mac Dre
40 Water and some Thizzin
And I wouldn't have no bay in me
If I was in here pimpin got a lil shark here
Shit finna change up gET WOKE
Catch a show bitch, WAKE YA GAME UP! UGH!
I'm a foreign man
Foreign bitches Foreign dance
I go over sea's & get foreign bands
If you ain't talkin money I don't understand
If you ain't talkin money I don't understand
Planes in my left
I got the world in my other hand
I got work in the motherland
If you ain't talkin money I don't understand
If you ain't talkin money I don't understand
(Understand)