Lyrics:
Japanese foreign
Hear that motor roaring
Copped some Z's on you niggas
Damn y'all got me snoring
Cause you driving that borin
I be grand touring
everything on IG be on that private shit
Soon to be private jet, charter bus, sprinter van
Touring, touring, touring, touring, touring, touring summer
on fire
We all on fire
My nigga's flammable, we all on fire
We all on fire tell me what you can but I
Tell you what you can't do
Touch a hundred grand well
and started running, fucked around and I won it
Bulletproof sedan
Two hundred, eighty grand
Scoop us when we land
Maneuver for the bands
Got the cash in my
For Help From A Mother F___
Fake Niqqas Talk About Pushing A foreign
Swag To Boring Aint Never Seen The Dash Of A Grand Touring
Fake B___ For The Cash
and tan
Minaj we getting it popping in a Bentley sedan
Kicking up couple hundred grand while in my sedan
Lagos and Ivory Coast on the way to Japan
Cute crew
right in Jump right in Jump right in
I feel like Im reborn last week I was touring
Touring Aye They thought I was gone
Gone aye but this week I got
It's the tan Peter Pan, pecan sedan
Butterscotch boss, butterscotch Vans
Watch me spend them grands, watch me run up them bands
Bright wristlet,
Tell me what you know about dem Foreign Boyz FOREIGN BOYZ foreign car and thats a Foreign boy FOREIGN BOY taking euro trips we be touring boy tell me
or two grand to
Be split three ways in those days
That was as much "success"
As we thought possible
The earliest performances on this album
Are brought
was overland touring in my new Ferrari
At just about a hundred and ten
I was on my way home from a sophisticated party
Where I got a little drunk
I'm lazy
You can catch me in the back of sedans
When I'm gone
You can bet I'm coming back with a tan
With the Mickey D signs on
The back of my pants
[Chorus]
Six hundred Benz, house six hundred grand
That was six years ago, whips come from Japan
I get that work from my face
I get that work
Man, get as high as I can
Tote a hundred grand in my case
Anotha five in my pants
In dat new LI sedan, bout da size of a van
155 on 85, I be flyin my man
New Benz like send, they run up out of grand
And the trunk read Trae
So they know that I'm the man
Me Paul Wall, in a slab out of Texas
In a Cadillac,
(Huh), don't pack no bags, you can shop when you land (Shop when you land)
Had to make grands, this is all God's plan, you shoot out the van (Shoot out
out of town in a pair of Jordans
Run me up
It's a strip club everywhere I'm touring
Run it up
Ain't my fault y'all team ain't scoring
(I'm just doing my
ride see the spin of the tires
Kid Frost rolling bumping Earth, Wind, & Fire
it feels good holding 15 grand
so I parked the Sedan and I
of grams
Left the T with a couple of grand
And hit show and got couple of grand
Me and bro own a whole load of waps
Might have to tell the label
I want it in
dirty I got it on cam
Triple text me that bitch been a spam
Everybody hit it including her fans
She like it on 4s in Chevy sedans
Fucking your bitch while
up
Tell em What you represent
I represent Jonesboro
Where they don't make it out
Look, I represent Jonesboro
Man I took 10 grands quick, quick
Look,
Qu'étaient pas là pour apprécier,
C'est du passé dépassé,
Un champ perdu dans le nord-est,
Entre Epinal et Bucarest,
C'est une statue sur la grand place.
I know three sold, the other two a jam
I'ma sit on one and whip the other one much as I can
Hot-ass fucking sedan
Windows rolled down, no sound
I know three sold, the other two a jam
I'ma sit on one and whip the other one much as I can
Hot-ass fucking sedan
Windows rolled down, no sound
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