NYC lyrics

Damn, Dreamy made a f*ckin' flame!

Hoe said I'm not getting rich
Stop, boy
b*tch I'm getting k, yeah
If she ain't 'bout no money, it's a motherf*cking [?], that sh*t
Li'l bougie b*tch wanna go on a date
I work hard, who the f*ck's gonna pay?
b*tch suck me clean, she's a personal maid
I be f*cked up having personal days
Yo homeboy di*ksucking, why he always wanna glaze?
Fly ass n*gga, I might need a birdcage
Slimy li'l n*gga, I don't miss my old ways
Should I do the ricks or wear the OJ’s
She just wanna go and rob me with my chain
Two pistols, [?] two chops, Max Payne
Tryna shoot a shot, and my b*tch got no aim
Playing with it, feeling like it's connected to no game
b*tch I want money, I ain't crying 'bout no fame
Foreigns in New York, I ain't hopping on no train (train, train)
Foreigns in New York, I ain't hopping on no train
Foreigns in New York, I ain't hopping on no train
Foreigns in New York, I ain't hopping on no train
Riding through New York, and I'm cooling
Riding, getting money, that's what I'm doing
If you got a dream, n*gga, then pursue it
She got personality, I can [?] it
Sixty-four in my clip, b*tch I'm [?]
Maison Margiela with the Truey
Dolce & Gabbana, b*tch I'm true to it
In the whip like Benihana, I be chopping sh*t
[?] if I see twelve, then I'm driving quick
[?] I ain't really stand a f*cking lying b*tch
Cut you off quicker than I met you for that lying sh*t
And that pus*y, it was roaring at me like a lion, b*tch
(Oh, no-oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Li'l b*tch want me to do what she say
Come on, b*tch, how the f*ck is this getting paid
Foreigns in New York, I ain't hopping on no train (train, train)
Foreigns in New York, I ain't hopping on no train
Foreigns in New York, I ain't hopping on no train
Foreigns in New York, I ain't hopping on no train
(Go, go, woah, go, woah, go, go, go go)