Foreign [Remix] lyrics

[Chorus: Xtanic]
My Thumbs hurt, I need a money machine
Count the paper, tax Evasion
I need my money in stacks
My b*tch she crazy and she foreign too
Her name is Ashley
My Thumbs hurt, I need a money machine
Count the paper, tax Evasion
I need my money in stacks
My b*tch she crazy and she foreign too
Her name is Ashley

[Verse 1: Xtanic]
I still need my money in stacks
I couldn’t find anybody so I hopped on the beat again
But its all cool coz I still got more to say
Gimme some credit x2
Look what I have done
Look at what I have concurred
I got Tam Carson on a song and you still doubting me
Can't compare none of you n*ggas to me
None of you n*ggas move like me
Whats next?
If I talk about it n*ggas go hate
So You’ll never know with me
n*ggas go hate my n*gga
n*ggas is fake my n*gga
n*ggas be acting like b*tches
You swear they sit down when they p*ss
[Chorus: Xtanic]
My Thumbs hurt, I need a money machine
Count the paper, tax Evasion
I need my money in stacks
My b*tch she crazy and she foreign too
Her name is Ashley
My Thumbs hurt, I need a money machine
Count the paper, tax Evasion
I need my money in stacks
My b*tch she crazy and she foreign too
Her name is Ashley

[Verse 2:Tam Carson]:
Trap the keys out the car
Outta this world we might go far
Always had to take out the rock I’m a star
I feel like I’m balling Lebraun and Lamar
Money machines going crrr no distortion
Mother of rap we ain’t talking abortion
I’ll never settle for nobody’s portion
This sh*t is wet slippery caution
I like it even round off to foursome
I’m feeling free like my name is Morgan
They be like carson carson swinging off beats like I’m Tarzan this sh*t done made me a Marshian
I need my RACKS no time for a bargain
I’m spitting FACTS But f*ck it I’m all in
Hold up
Let me get back on my sh*t
I need money machine
I can’t commit to these rubber bands
It ain’t enough for the dream
They gonna tell me I did it the minute I get all of the budniss cream
I don’t look up to a lot of them
I might be talking extreme
Atleast my talk never cheap
Still count the money on the bad days
The industry ain’t for the weak
Bad b*tches that’s foreign too
She angelic Angelique
Cop Patek Philippe
Stay in my lane like I come from the streets
I know it’s my time to eat rrrr