DIFFERENT COUNTRIES

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Woo

Yeah (yeah)
I got some racks on me (I got some racks on me)
I got your bitch on me, bitch on me (bitch on me)
We goin' outta state in different countries, yeah
We ridin' outta state in different countries, woah
I'm still pourin' up that drank my stomach on lean, yeah, damn
Take off in a fighter jet, the whip I'm drivin' today got wings
I made me a M by myself, ain't need no help, ain't got a degree
I'm pouring up wock not green
My girl getting old to me (yeah)
That money keep calling me (yeah)
Your girl wanna' follow me (yeah)
We at the top her hair flow through the wind
My money fly like Peter Pan
I just been ballin' I'm off X and Xans
If you talk too much I'on hear what you said
If you talk too much I'on hear what you sayin' hoe
If you talk too much I'on hear what you sayin' though

Thats's my mascot, yeah
I'm high off the drank I'm floatin', yeah
She wanna' go to the club with her friend
I'on stand in the line they know who I am
I'm a God and nigga got powers
Want a piece of my love it's sour
Tryna' keep up with us, with us
I got some dope in the swimsuit
And your girl on her knees getting blisters
This nigga acting stupid, yeah
You can hit with that cuban, yeah
My diamonds they wet like jacuzzis
Damn, she glowing up I fucked her and got her swag up
How you like it?
I got her Mom excited
She think I might go on a diet
My pocket be starting to riot
Woah, she think that she is the one, had to let her know
Don't got a safety on my gun, I might let it blow
I feel like Denzel Washington in training day on that road
I spent ten racks at the Louis store we on rodeo
[?]
I want the money not fame
Take a break from everything
Ain't trippin' I still got paid
When I put these racks on me
I putting diamonds on her feet
She want me alone, quarantine
She wanna' hold hands on the beach
I'm not beefing with niggas under me
Get your bag up
She love fuckin with broke ass niggas
I love fucking on bad sluts
Is this the life she want?
I gave her the wood now she gone
Watch my money [?]

[Chorus]
Yeah (yeah)
I got some racks on me (I got some racks on me)
I got your bitch on me (bitch on me)
We goin' outta state in different countries, yeah
We ridin' outta state in different countries, woah
I'm still pourin' up that drank my stomach on lean, yeah, damn
Take off in a fighter jet, the whip I'm drivin' today got wings
I made me a M by myself, ain't need no help, ain't got a degree
I'm pouring up wock not green
My girl getting old to me (yeah)
That money keep calling me (yeah)
Your girl wanna' follow me (yeah)
We at the top her hair flow through the wind
My money fly like Peter Pan
I just been ballin' I'm off X and Xans
If you talk too much I'on hear what you said
If you talk too much I'on hear what you sayin' hoe
If you talk too much I'on hear what you sayin' though