FOREIGN KEYS lyrics

[Intro: Philthy Rich]
I'ma call you back when I get out this studio, baby
Uh, KD, why, why do people call you KD?
I'ma call you back

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
Like my b*tch bad, 'bout her bag, blowin' money fast
Hundred thousand on the Birkin, not a Prada bag
b*tch, I can't put you first if you put me last
b*tch, get your money first and bust the Date last
Bros over hoes, n*ggas know the motto
Don Juli, '42, Rosé bottles
My b*tch on autopilot, San Diego, LA, Vegas
Overnight for twenty thou', a regular play for the Raiders
Head ex and heartbreak, she payin' for her problems
He had to buy his jewelry back when them n*ggas robbed him
Boob jobs and BBLs, lips beat Chanels
Young n*gga, get out the streets and gеt your CDL
Boss b*tch, she just love to see her n*gga win
I just mеt her at the win and broke her for a ten
New York, Miami for the weekend
b*tch, show me your motivation and your reason
Bentayga Lamb' truck
Rolls Royce Cullinan, Maybach truck
Crashed the Maserati, sold the DBX
New Rollie truck (Ayy), b*tch, I need it next
[Verse 2: Mac J]
New foreign off the lot, I can't do the lease (I won't do the lease)
Just slidin' through the set, that's what I do at ease (On God)
They pay me for the style I got 'cause I can't do it free (I can't do it)
And you don't get no signing parties signin' to the streets (Not at all)
That's on the biggest B
Lil' breast say if he be focused, he be big as me (Like macaroni)
I'm tryna see 'em biggen (Turn it up) so I can live in with you (On God)
We croppin' n*ggas out the frame, they don't see the picture (f*ck 'em)
And I can't miss another shot 'cause I miss my n*gga (On God)
b*tch, I miss bro, this how this sh*t go (How this sh*t go)
Walk inside the party, n*ggas bounce like a six-four (Where they goin'?)
I bet the b*tch know, live fast, sip slow
Back to back lows, droppin' fours in Calypsos (Skrrt)
I'm too high for it, I'm on a sky tour
Every time them n*ggas diss bro, them n*ggas die for it (Get him out of here)
Red dot on the Glock like a cyborg (Like a cyborg)
Go on high-speed, toss pole, then I buy more
Like what you got for me? b*tch, this my story
Know my b*tch really with that sh*t, she would've popped Tory (She would've popped his ass)
I might cut your water off 'cause you is not for me (On God)
Told them n*ggas they my sons and I'm not Mormon (And I'm not that)

[Verse 3: P.T. Mulah]
Lil' bro don't play sports, but he up score
He ain't cashin' out on some diamonds, he gon' take yours
I don't f*ck with good girls, I only f*ck with whores
You is not pimpin' just because you broke the 304 (n*gga, what?)
I need a boss b*tch, not a lost b*tch
I put VVS in my mouth for the talk sh*t
I'ma catch pink eye plain with this dog sh*t
Two-fifty cash on me and my new house is federal
Old b*tch chose, what a goofy, not irrepetible (She not irrepetible)
P, buy that b*tch some medicine, 'cause I know she sick
Back to back Maybachs, me and Philthy Rich
It ain't come overnight, I had to take risks
We took the stairs to the top, not the elevator
She was my number-one fan, now she my biggest hater
Baskin Robbins on a b*tch, I be drippin' flavor
You let the b*tch run your show, huh? Keep it player
I'm gettin' a chauffeur 'bout my feats, feelin' like the mayor
I'm just tryna get elected and selected
Campaign strong, got me feelin' like the president
It's only million-dollar homes in my residence
Mulah