Who lyrics

Foreign cars everywhere
Bad b*tches everywhere, take the tool everywhere
We make this money everywhere
Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere
These n*ggas straight outta the hood, they goin' to Paris
That whip that we whippin' exotic, these b*tches exotic on gas (Metro Boomin want some more, n*gga)
Pull up and hop out, a foreign car (whoo!)
And I'm gettin' trailed by a foreign broad (ow)
I'm livin' life like an Avatar, I got a stick when I pull up on y'all (ow)
Who the f*ck think I'm a sucka?
Who the f*ck think I won't pull up and let loose? (Who the f*ck? Who the f*ck?)
I got three b*tches with me
I'ma pull up on Bleveland, they gon' f*ck the crew
Who gonna stop me now? Who's gonna stop me now?
Who's gonna stop me, boy? Who? (Whoo!)
I can't get all of you, somebody come with me
Just in case, you can tie shoes (whoo!)
How many times have I told you
If you don't f*ck everyone, that'll be rude? (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 n*ggas ain't 'round with us ('round with us, 'round with us)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Doin' bookin', come through (ooh)
Splash on n*ggas, on the gas on n*ggas (yeah, ah)
In Milan, eatin' fettuccine (whoo!)
Front row with the fashion show n*ggas (whoo!)
f*ck around and go buy a Lamborghini (woo-woo)
I'm goin' NASCAR on n*ggas (ay)
Puffin' on the la-la
I've been the fly guy when n*ggas rocked Izod
I'm movin' chickens like Popeye (oh)
Old money, new money
n*gga never gettin' old, threw a young n*gga rock (whoo, rock)
Cookin' up the raw dope right now (right now)
Cookin' up the raw dope right now
Used to break down a whole ounce (ounce)
I used to break down a whole ounce (ounce, ounce)
I gotta weigh the money up now
It's takin' too long for me to count (takin' too)
Decisions, decisions
You f*ckin' with me, that's a head on collision
Them MACs and them TECs and them FNs, them .9s
We hustled, we struggled, we made it and grind (yeah)
n*gga this Avatar
Ay, the Young Thug goin' brazy, Young Thug goin' brazy (sheesh)
Hannah Montana, bangin' in red bandanas, blatt, blatt
They wanna f*ck on me 'cause I keep choppas with ammo (shoot, shoot-shoot)
n*ggas gon' hate on me 'cause I'm at the top with bro though (ooh)
Head honcho, hold up, kicking your mom door, shoot with the .44
Hell is you doin'?
Hold up, wait, I can't breathe, n*gga (slow down)
Half a mil' I done took on my street, n*gga (swept up)
All white, Thug fit, I won't eat, n*gga (shoot)
Ran off with them keys, I won't see them n*ggas
Geeked up but the money geek
I run bands up on another street
Best stylist in the world can't dress me (no)
Keep a pistol just in case he wanna test me, test me
I keep racks and all of my n*ggas gon' eat
I keep racks and all of my n*ggas gon' eat
Where's Tar? Man, I need me some Xans
I just left the beach, I'm having all of the sand, hey
Pull up and hop out, a foreign car (ow)
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 (ow)
Who the f*ck think I'm a sucka?
Who the f*ck think I won't pull up and let loose? (Who the f*ck? Who the f*ck?)
I got three b*tches with me
I'ma pull up on Bleveland, they gon' f*ck the crew
Who gonna stop me now? Who's gonna stop me now?
Who's gonna stop me, boy? Who? (Whoo!)
I can't get all of you, somebody come with me
Just in case, you can tie shoes (whoo!)
How many times have I told you
If you don't f*ck everyone, that'll be rude? (Rude)
How many times have I told you to bring me-me bags and you could be cool