Who - DJ Esco/Future/Young Thug/Metro Boomin

Foreign cars everywhere

Bad b**ches everywhere take the tool everywhere

We make this money everywhere

Everywhere everywhere everywhere everywhere

These niggas straight outta the hood

They goin' to paris

That whip that we whippin' exotic

These b**ches exotic on gas

Pull up and hop out a foreign car

And I'm gettin' trailed by a foreign broad

I'm livin' life like an avatar

I got a stick when I pull up on y'all

Who the f**k think I'm a sucka

Who the f**k think I won't pull up and let loose

I got three b**ches with me

I'ma pull up on bleveland they gon' f**k the crew

Who gonna stop me now who's gonna stop me now

Who's gonna stop me boy who

I can't get all of you somebody come with me

Just in case you can tie shoes

How many times have I told you

If you don't f**k everyone that'll be rude

How many times have I told you

To bring me me bags and you could be cool

Check gang

Let's have a moment of silence for niggas ain't 'round with us

Doin' bookin' come through

Splash on niggas on the gas on niggas

In milan eatin' fettuccine

Front row with the fashion show niggas

F**k around and go buy a lamborghini

I'm goin' nascar on niggas

Puffin' on the la la

I've been the fly guy when niggas rocked izod

I'm movin' chickens like popeye

Old money new money

Ni**a never gettin' old threw a young ni**a rock

Cookin' up the raw d**e right now

Cookin' up the raw d**e right now

Used to break down a whole ounce

I used to break down a whole ounce

I gotta weigh the money up now

It's takin' too long for me to count

Decisions decisions

You f**kin' with me that's a head on collision

Them macs and them tecs and them fn's them 9 s

We hustled we struggled we made it and grind

Ni**a this avatar

Aye the young thug goin' brazy young thug goin' brazy

Hannah montana bangin' in red bandanas blatt blatt

They wanna f**k on me cause I keep choppas with ammo

Niggas gon' hate on me cause I'm at the top with bro though

Oooh head honcho hold up kick in your mom door shoot with the 4 4

Hell is you doin'

Hold up wait I can't breathe ni**a

Half a mil' I done took on my street ni**a

All white thug fit I won't eat ni**a

Ran off with them keys I won't see them niggas

Geeked up but the money geek

I run bands up on another street

Best stylist in the world can't dress me

Keep a pistol just in case he wanna test me

I keep racks and all of my niggas gon' eat

I keep racks and all of my niggas gon' eat

Where's tar man I need me some xans

I just left the beach I'm having all of the sand

Pull up and hop out a foreign car

And I'm gettin' trailed by a foreign broad

I'm livin' life like an avatar

I got a stick when I pull up on y'all

Who the f**k think I'm a sucka

Who the f**k think I won't pull up and let loose

I got three b**ches with me

I'ma pull up on bleveland they gon' f**k the crew

Who gonna stop me now who's gonna stop me now

Who's gonna stop me boy who

I can't get all of you somebody come with me

Just in case you can tie shoes

How many times have I told you

If you don't f**k everyone that'll be rude

How many times have I told you

To bring me me bags and you could be cool