Lyrics:
Hey how you doing
We all gonna be like a bunch of little Fonzi's
What's Fonzi?
He's cool
Meet Mr. International on the runway more than
Brooklyn Bridge
Mеk mi tek first class flight
Gah straight a Paris
Nuff big house, nuff bank account ina place
Ina clothes weh mi couldn't afford
Full suit
heard an interview on NPR
with a nun whose new book on her daily personal encounters with Mary
had just come out and was expected to be an international
-class not my first taste
I won the race it's insane
Do the dash to my place
Got the stash in the vase
Run it back to the bank
To catch another wave
Do
Bestowing her presence from Guinea to Curacao
The beauty bank
Think plants and natural creativity, beads, stones, wood
Authentic hairstyles, body bedecked in
International Building oh! C'est haut
Waldorf Astoria oh! C'est haut
Panamerican Building oh, c'est haut
Bank of Manhattan oh, c'est haut
J?ai vu New York
It's always like who's the best player
Who's the top 5 of all time
I be like
Timmy
Tim Duncan
TD
TD 21
The Biiig funDamenTal
Is the bank open 21
Goin
nigga?)
Getting money, how about that, nigga?
(Stop the bank, how about that, nigga?)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
How about it, any nigga
Flyin from the bay to the outer banks I'm goin coastal
Money flowin straight into accounts I dont do postal
Thought that I was broke, don't know what
with my Brother from another Mother
We got Cars, got cribs, got Money in the Bank
Twerk girls boody up boody down, look
We're International boyz with
[But first a message from our sponsors]
Uh, yeah
Uh
Good mornin' ladies and gentlemen ("What hotel number is she in?")
Boys and motherfuckin' girls
an international playa, close observation
The best policy is to stay in y'all faces
The bad seed, I get niggas like I breath it's easy
Been through niggas
even had a job but ready to retire
Woke up in a cold sweat, had a nightmare
Had lost all my sauce, bank account was bare
As if that would ever happen,
Get up in the starting blocks to run the race
Gotta get it when the starter's cocked - run to place
First spot light it up - gunning from the lace
first a message from our sponsors)
Uh, yeah
Uh
Good mornin', ladies and gentlemen
(What hotel number is she in?)
Boys and motherfuckin' girls
(319, 319,
[But first a message from our sponsors]
Uh, yeah
Uh
Good mornin' ladies and gentlemen ("What hotel number is she in?")
Boys and motherfuckin' girls
and you get gold from it
Have a child with a rat and you'll get a mouse from it
You give a woman a brick and you'll get a house from it
The first time
Hip Hop Isn't a language it is a feeling
First verse, I'm the king of the jungle
Talk shit, then get ready to rumble
Might go dumb, but I never
M-M-Mr. Benjamin, I walk around with pockets out
Got a kilo in my safe, the money keep on comin' out
Hunnids stackin' in my bank, they keep on pilin'
goodies
I'm international
I am a passport hoe
She is so local
She is so loco
'Cause we not the same chick
I got the game beat
The way I'm running this shit
Consider the fact that
Maybe you've been brainwashed too
Many will tell you otherwise
I bet you trust your bank
Just wait until it tanks
the life
It goes bank teller, car dealer
Where the real niggas go, they be like Gotti
What's good nigga?
I reply shit, I'm just tryna get it
Full of hoes,
Men Of Respect, See us comin' through you better respect us (Brooklyn)
Papoose, Jimmy (Harlem) Banks what's good?! (queens)
It's Yayo nigga! Yeah!
nigga
I'm ready to die
Bitch, I'm from the land don't shit come free
You can bet the bank on me
Self made nan nigga fake 'round me
Guarantee they would
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