Cardo, Larry June, Payroll Giovanni, HBK Kidd - Foreign Today lyrics
Ronald N. LaTour
Larry June [Larry Eugene Hendricks] San Francisco, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Cardo, Larry June, Payroll Giovanni, HBK Kidd - Foreign Today lyrics]
Yeah, it was a nice day
I got the whip washed
Don’t call me Larry, call me Macintosh
Movin’to da beat
Pair of two-thousand dollars kicks on my feet
Don’t check me, check da hooker
I’m runnin’ through bands
I’m keepin’ ‘em lookin’
Need at least ten G’s just to book her
I need one of dem hoes, so
What’s up wit her sister?
So, I hit Payroll, what’s up wit it?
(what’s hannin’?)
Lowkey I need a hunid, really fuckin’ wit it
Bitch pimpin’, trappin’, mackin’ it all
Bitch, do a call, run it up for ya boy
I was seventeeeeeen in AZ
P’s hit dat gas, tell ‘em shop wit a G
Don’t be like me, bitch, be like Mike
Ten G’s on me, bitch, just sun’ slight
K, I’m doin’ sum new
You can tell by da lights
Feelin’ hella fuckin’ good
I might hear sun’ tonight
Lil baby come through
When I kilt it from the side
Lately I just want bread
I ain’t trippin’ off much what’s hannin’?
Ridin’ wit a motherfuckin’ 10 on me
It ain’t hard to tell I’m the big homie
Every day I need a new check
I done had all da whips, what’s next?
I’m ridin’ foreign today
I’m ridin’ foreign today
Nigga, my pockets on overload
I’m about to get some mo’ fasho
Briefcase full of money
Cars look like a motor roll
Diamonds clear as Casper
Now dese hoes caught da Holy Ghost
Countin’ big stacks all night
A couple mo’ to go
She beggin’ for a half night
But what you made last night?
Baby, if dat cash right
I’m grippin’ on dat ass tight
Hold up, wait a minute
Let me stop and check the math twice
It’s one chance to get me tryin’ out
Cause, Ion pass twice
That’s right, I just sit back
And I get chose now
Man, I never brag about myself
That’s yo’ hoe job nigga, you a lame
Yo’ homies use you for a stove route
I gotta make a mil before da year end, on God
Mil Ave is hot, but I’m iced up in every June
Ridin’ in the Bay
I’m bussin’ hoes down with Larry June
Babygirl location shared with me
I know every move
Hoes try to tackle me, they get a Barry move
‘Cause, I’m
Ridin’ wit a motherfuckin’ 10 on me
It ain’t hard to tell I’m the big homie
Every day I need a new check
I done had all da whips, what’s next?
I’m ridin’ foreign today
I’m ridin’ foreign today
It’s thebenz parking, chain-swangin’
Sky-dwellin’ nigga out Detroit
"Girl, what is he sellin’?"
That’s what the hoes whisper as
I exit coupes and enter into the club, yeah
I’ma the boss and a sinner
Twenty-thousand dollar coat fur
For the winter shit, I gotta have a fur
Too when it hit December
When trees touch down, we ain’t yellin’ out
"timber" we ain’t yellin’ out shit
Other than, "pull up and get ‘em"
Hit up Larry June
Had to ask him ‘bout a bitch
From around his way
She claim her brother got the bricks
He said she smooth, so I put it all together
If my calculations right
I should ball till forever
Thousand dollar sweater
Smell the creed as I pass
Yeah, Payroll look
You can tell by how he laugh
A hundred touch down
I’ma move ‘em on the ave
While sippin’ out a champagne
Glass, I’m first-class, nigga
Ridin’ wit a motherfuckin’ 10 on me
It ain’t hard to tell I’m the big homie
Every day I need a new check
I done had all da whips, what’s next?
I’m ridin’ foreign today
I’m ridin’ foreign today
I got the whip washed
Don’t call me Larry, call me Macintosh
Movin’to da beat
Pair of two-thousand dollars kicks on my feet
Don’t check me, check da hooker
I’m runnin’ through bands
I’m keepin’ ‘em lookin’
Need at least ten G’s just to book her
I need one of dem hoes, so
What’s up wit her sister?
So, I hit Payroll, what’s up wit it?
(what’s hannin’?)
Lowkey I need a hunid, really fuckin’ wit it
Bitch pimpin’, trappin’, mackin’ it all
Bitch, do a call, run it up for ya boy
I was seventeeeeeen in AZ
P’s hit dat gas, tell ‘em shop wit a G
Don’t be like me, bitch, be like Mike
Ten G’s on me, bitch, just sun’ slight
K, I’m doin’ sum new
You can tell by da lights
Feelin’ hella fuckin’ good
I might hear sun’ tonight
Lil baby come through
When I kilt it from the side
Lately I just want bread
I ain’t trippin’ off much what’s hannin’?
Ridin’ wit a motherfuckin’ 10 on me
It ain’t hard to tell I’m the big homie
Every day I need a new check
I done had all da whips, what’s next?
I’m ridin’ foreign today
I’m ridin’ foreign today
Nigga, my pockets on overload
I’m about to get some mo’ fasho
Briefcase full of money
Cars look like a motor roll
Diamonds clear as Casper
Now dese hoes caught da Holy Ghost
Countin’ big stacks all night
A couple mo’ to go
She beggin’ for a half night
But what you made last night?
Baby, if dat cash right
I’m grippin’ on dat ass tight
Hold up, wait a minute
Let me stop and check the math twice
It’s one chance to get me tryin’ out
Cause, Ion pass twice
That’s right, I just sit back
And I get chose now
Man, I never brag about myself
That’s yo’ hoe job nigga, you a lame
Yo’ homies use you for a stove route
I gotta make a mil before da year end, on God
Mil Ave is hot, but I’m iced up in every June
Ridin’ in the Bay
I’m bussin’ hoes down with Larry June
Babygirl location shared with me
I know every move
Hoes try to tackle me, they get a Barry move
‘Cause, I’m
Ridin’ wit a motherfuckin’ 10 on me
It ain’t hard to tell I’m the big homie
Every day I need a new check
I done had all da whips, what’s next?
I’m ridin’ foreign today
I’m ridin’ foreign today
It’s thebenz parking, chain-swangin’
Sky-dwellin’ nigga out Detroit
"Girl, what is he sellin’?"
That’s what the hoes whisper as
I exit coupes and enter into the club, yeah
I’ma the boss and a sinner
Twenty-thousand dollar coat fur
For the winter shit, I gotta have a fur
Too when it hit December
When trees touch down, we ain’t yellin’ out
"timber" we ain’t yellin’ out shit
Other than, "pull up and get ‘em"
Hit up Larry June
Had to ask him ‘bout a bitch
From around his way
She claim her brother got the bricks
He said she smooth, so I put it all together
If my calculations right
I should ball till forever
Thousand dollar sweater
Smell the creed as I pass
Yeah, Payroll look
You can tell by how he laugh
A hundred touch down
I’ma move ‘em on the ave
While sippin’ out a champagne
Glass, I’m first-class, nigga
Ridin’ wit a motherfuckin’ 10 on me
It ain’t hard to tell I’m the big homie
Every day I need a new check
I done had all da whips, what’s next?
I’m ridin’ foreign today
I’m ridin’ foreign today