
Foreign Bankroll Gucci Mane (Ft. Bankroll Fresh, Dre P., Rich Homie Quan & Young Scooter)
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[Intro: Dre P., Gucci Mane and Rich Homie Quan]
Zaytoven
What's up, Dre? (Ha, woo)
What's up, Ball? (It's Guwop, Rich Homie)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, the folks (Ha)
P-Max (Get busy)
[Chorus: Dre P.]
No gettin' 'cause she foreign
Smoke Afghan, it's foreign
Got big cars, they foreign
Now I'm doin' foreign
No passport, she foreign
Brand new drop, it's foreign
Green sheet type, she foreign
She like the money foreign
Got designer on me, Cavalli on me
The bitches on me 'cause the molly on me
Got designer on me, Cavalli on me
The bitches on me 'cause the molly on me
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Your ho on the score, you know my unc' on dope
A lil' short hand chopper under my peacoat
So how these hoes gon' stop the guap when the cops can't stop?
I dropped my iPhone, cracked it and my top subtracted
And I spend my money faster
I got on seven diamond rings like your pastor
I was ridin' round with bricks in my trunk, man
Same year that Jordan dropped the Jumpman
I was in the county playin' tomp by the bunk man
Now I'm in the Lamb truck in the front, I gives a damn
Sellin' gram after gram, never credit card scam
Want some credit? Let a nigga hold your debit card, ma'am
Give me, pussy, ass and mouth, so I call the bitch Pam
Since I'm saving all my money, you should me Young Sam
I been serving niggas Debbie since a very young man
Got a stash box with a tommy gun in my damn van
Zaytoven
What's up, Dre? (Ha, woo)
What's up, Ball? (It's Guwop, Rich Homie)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, the folks (Ha)
P-Max (Get busy)
[Chorus: Dre P.]
No gettin' 'cause she foreign
Smoke Afghan, it's foreign
Got big cars, they foreign
Now I'm doin' foreign
No passport, she foreign
Brand new drop, it's foreign
Green sheet type, she foreign
She like the money foreign
Got designer on me, Cavalli on me
The bitches on me 'cause the molly on me
Got designer on me, Cavalli on me
The bitches on me 'cause the molly on me
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Your ho on the score, you know my unc' on dope
A lil' short hand chopper under my peacoat
So how these hoes gon' stop the guap when the cops can't stop?
I dropped my iPhone, cracked it and my top subtracted
And I spend my money faster
I got on seven diamond rings like your pastor
I was ridin' round with bricks in my trunk, man
Same year that Jordan dropped the Jumpman
I was in the county playin' tomp by the bunk man
Now I'm in the Lamb truck in the front, I gives a damn
Sellin' gram after gram, never credit card scam
Want some credit? Let a nigga hold your debit card, ma'am
Give me, pussy, ass and mouth, so I call the bitch Pam
Since I'm saving all my money, you should me Young Sam
I been serving niggas Debbie since a very young man
Got a stash box with a tommy gun in my damn van
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