Foreign Cars

[Verse 1]
Shoulda coulda woulda, doesn't work round here
If I fell in love with anyone, it'd be myself
Nowadays, I gotta wear a mask outside
Get rich, how you tryna die trying? Oh my
I've never worked a day in my life
The money came to me, alright
Music tings a hobby, I ain't even gotta say it twice
Rejected six figures, independent, I'ma roll the dice
My lawyer's on the phone, he's telling me the offers line
Sign it or not, man, I don't know
Takе it or leave, I'm gonna die alonе
Getting offers from America, won't take it like a ho
Money ain't growing on trees, but it's bothering my phone
Imagine being 17, making 30 bags on a lig ting
Don't need to wear another man's watch, I'll get my own ting
Some claiming that they're gang, only me and Ziyo posted
Bitches say they love me, but I act like I ain't notice

[Chorus]
Don't even have my license, make them Lambo' fart
She foreign, but she ain't been in a foreign car
First time I jump in one, it felt like Mario Kart
What's mine ain't yours, some niggas out here selling a facade
Don't even have my license, make them Lambo' fart
She foreign, but she ain't been in a foreign car
First time, I jump in one, it felt like Mario Kart
What's mine ain't yours, some niggas out here selling a facade

[Verse 2]
It's like I'm getting everything I ever wanted
Give my hooyo 20 bags and you don't ever have to worry
Money solves problems, it can't buy happiness and I'm sorry
Didn't fuck with education, but I'm feeling like somebody
I used to take a couple coins and flip it, playing money up
But now I got money up, it's like the hood is all apart
Put my mask on, hoodie on, I ain't playing games up in DXB
DND, tapping off my card, don't even trust myself
How can I go and trust somebody else?
Some niggas earn a little and start fucking up their health
I'm in the studio writing bars, taping on the shelf
Get a jail call, what's good? Praying that you're well
My dawgs don't like to dance, they dance with fire arms
Can't die up in these streets 'cause the good die young
If every time I write makes me money, I'ma let it keep on coming
Paint the bigger picture with brush, I ain't in a hurry

[Chorus]
Don't even have my license, make them Lambo' fart
She foreign, but she ain't been in a foreign car
(First time, I jump in one, it felt like Mario Kart)
(What's mine ain't yours, some niggas out here selling a facade)