Foreign (Original) lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
You know what I'm sayin', man?
Still drinkin' lean and sh*t

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Ooh (Beep), hop in that motherf*ckin' foreign (What?)
And that motherf*cker be roarin' (Ooh)
Big gun, b*tch, yeah, show 'em (Ooh)
City to city, I'm tourin' (Ooh)
Lil Carti, I'm ready to pour (Ooh)
All of my diamonds, they glowin'
f*ck on your b*tch, yeah
She left in the mornin' (Ooh)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Diamonds, they skatin' on ice, huh
Run it up, b*tch, Jerry Rice, hey, ayy
Hurt your feelings with the price, ayy
Everything come with a price, ayy
Everything come with a price, ayy
Hundred thousand, yeah, my price (Ooh)
Too many rings like I'm Mike (Ooh)
I got the motherf*ckin' mic (Ooh)
I got the motherf*ckin' Ike, huh
I told your b*tch to come trike, uh
Pass me the motherf*ckin' mic, uh
I'm in the lobby, I'm piped, ooh
I told that b*tch to come pipe, ooh
Shawty want f*ck on the pipe, ooh, uh, ooh, what? Ooh
Shawty gon' lick on the pipe, ooh
I got the strap like a dyke, ooh
I got the strap, I don't fight, ooh
My diamonds, they icy ice, ooh
My diamonds, they ice, they bite, ooh
Your diamonds, they 'ight, a'ight, ooh
Ask that lil' b*tch what's her type? (Ooh, ayy, what? Ayy)
[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Pi'erre Bourne]
Ooh (Beep), hop in that motherf*ckin' foreign (What?)
And that motherf*cker be roarin' (Ooh)
Big gun, b*tch, yeah, show 'em (Ooh)
City to city, I'm tourin' (Ooh)
(Yeah)
Lil Carti, I'm ready to pour (Ooh)
(Woah)
All of my diamonds, they glowin'
f*ck on your b*tch, yeah
(Woah)
She left in the mornin' (Ooh)

[Verse 2: Pi'erre Bourne]
I had to leave that b*tch like a deadbeat, woah, ayy
Life too hard, concrete, woah, ayy
She just wanna stay, retreat, no (No)
b*tch, I ain't hotel P, woah
All these bags full of cash look like groceries, yeah
My pockets fat, Nicki Parker, Oglevee yeah
I'm playin' money trees, momma, grow with me, yeah
She come in with a team and leave the show with me (I said me)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Ooh (Beep), hop in that motherf*ckin' foreign (What?)
And that motherf*cker be roarin' (Ooh)
Big gun, b*tch, yeah, show 'em (Ooh)
City to city, I'm tourin' (Ooh)
Lil Carti, I'm ready to pour (Ooh)
All of my diamonds, they glowin'
f*ck on your b*tch, yeah
She left in the mornin' (Ooh)
[Verse 3: Playboi Carti]
Diamonds on diamonds on diamonds
Empty your pockets and pay that lil' homage (What?)
I got Pirus in the lobby (Yeah)
I got Pirus right behind me (Carti)
Cranberry drip with the rag (Carti)
I might just pull up in Bompton (Carti)
Walk in the lobby like Gotti (Gotti)
You can't trust me, I'm too poppin' (Poppin')
These n*ggas, they tryna 2Pac me (What? What?)
Used to be robbin' (Robbin')
Molly Santana, jaw lockin' (Lockin')
This Spanish b*tch callin' me Papi (Papi)
She ride me like a Bugatti ('Gatti)
Hop in the foreign, f*ck the mileage (Mileage)
Pick the boof up, b*tch, I'm tired (Tired)
Booted up, b*tch, never tired (What? Ooh, ooh)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Ooh (Beep), hop in that motherf*ckin' foreign (What?)
And that motherf*cker be roarin' (Ooh)
Big gun, b*tch, yeah, show 'em (Ooh)
City to city, I'm tourin' (Ooh)
Lil Carti, I'm ready to pour (Ooh)
All of my diamonds, they glowin'
f*ck on your b*tch, yeah
She left in the mornin' (Ooh)
[Outro: Pi'erre Bourne]
Huh, woah
Huh, woah