Foreign Today lyrics

[Verse 1: Larry June]
Yeah, it was a nice day, I got the whip washed
Don’t call me Larry, call me Macintosh
Movin’...to da beat
Pair of two-thousand dollars kicks on my feet
Don’t check me, check da hooker
I’m runnin’ through bands, I’m keepin’ ‘em lookin’
Need at least ten G’s just to book her
I need one of dem hoes, so, what’s up wit her sister?
So, I hit Payroll, what’s up wit it? (what’s hannin’?)
Lowkey I need a hunid, really f*ckin’ wit it
b*tch pimpin’, trappin’, mackin’ it all
b*tch, do a call, run it up for ya boy
I was seventeeeeeen in AZ
P’s hit dat gas, come shop wit a G
Don’t be like me, b*tch, be like Mike
Ten G’s on me, b*tch, just sumn’ slight
K, I’m doin’ sumn' new, you can tell by da lights
Feelin’ hella f*ckin’ good, I might eat sumn’ tonight
Lil baby come through, when I kilt it from the side
Lately I just want bread, I ain’t trippin’ off much
What’s hannin’?

[Chorus: Larry June]
Ridin’ wit a motherf*ckin’ 10 on me
It ain’t hard to tell I’m the big homie
Every day I need a new check
I done had all da whips, what’s next?
I’m ridin’ foreign today
I’m ridin’ foreign today
[Verse 2: HBK Kidd]
n*gga, my pockets on overload
I’m about to get some mo’ fasho
Briefcase full of money, clothes that look like a motor [?]
Diamonds clear as Casper, now dese hoes caught da Holy Ghost
Countin’ big stacks all night, a couple mo’ to go
She beggin’ for a half night, but what you made last night?
Baby, if dat cash right, I’m grippin’ on dat ass tight
Hold up, wait a minute, let me stop and check the math twice
It’s one chance to get me tryin’ out, cause Ion pass twice
That’s right, I just sit back, and I get chose now
Man, I never brag about myself, that’s yo’ hoe job
n*gga, you a lame, yo’ homies use you for a stove route (?)
I gotta make a mil before da year end, on God
No [?] is hot but I’m iced up in every June
Ridin’ in the Bay, I’m bussin’ hoes down with Larry June
Babygirl location shared with me, I know every move
Hoes try to tackle me, they get a Barry move
‘Cause I’m...

[Chorus: Larry June]
Ridin’ wit a motherf*ckin’ 10 on me
It ain’t hard to tell I’m the big homie
Every day I need a new check
I done had all da whips, what’s next?
I’m ridin’ foreign today
I’m ridin’ foreign today
[Verse 3: Payroll Giovanni]
It’s the...Benz-parking, chain-swangin’, sky-dwellin’...
n*gga out Detroit
“Girl, what is he sellin’?”
That’s what the hoes whisper as I exit coupes and enter
Into the club, yeah, I’m the boss and a sinner
Twenty-thousand dollar coat fur for the winter
sh*t, I gotta have a fur too when it hit December
When trees touch down, we ain’t yellin’ out, “timber”
We ain’t yellin’ out sh*t
Other than, “pull up and get ‘em”
Hit up Larry June, had to ask him ‘bout a b*tch
From around his way, she claim her brother got the bricks
He said she smooth, so I put it all together
If my calculations right, I should ball till forever
Thousand-dollar sweater, smell the creed as I pass
Yeah, Payroll look, you can tell by how he laugh
A hundred touch down, I’ma move ‘em on the ave
While sippin’ out a champagne glass, I’m first-class, n*gga

[Chorus: Larry June]
Ridin’ wit a motherf*ckin’ 10 on me
It ain’t hard to tell I’m the big homie
Every day I need a new check
I done had all da whips, what’s next?
I’m ridin’ foreign today
I’m ridin’ foreign today