Foreign Exchange

[Intro]
What's wrong with this clown, circus—
Cir-cir-circus, stand-up guy
I call you Eddie Murphy 'cah you're funny as fuck
'Cah you're funny as fuck, cir-cir—, 'cah you're funny as fuck
Cir-cir—, what's wrong with this clown? Circus—
'Cah you're funny as fuck
What's wrong with this clown? Circus—
'Cah you're funny as fuck, cir-cir—
What's wrong with this clown? Circus—
'Cah you're funny as fuck

[Chorus]
I got a bad lil' mil' from Russia, loved by loads
Every time we meet, she loves to pay
I-I don't think you know 'bout thuggin' like that
That's what I call me a foreign exchange
Me and-me and them, we was never the same (We was never the same)
Well, I fucked off colly for an OT train
In a next mans spot with Kelly and Kane
I was seventeen wet from a rainy day (Yuck)
Pa-pa-packs are bruckin' down buds
I'll fly this bag and stuff this tray
Fly this quick, man, I love this shit
Double this flip and lay in my cakе
I'll-I'll don't give a fuck 'bout a phone back, bro
Pleasе get the fuck out my fray
And we're stackin' up P's, I don't give a fuck 'bout them
But I want everythin', please give me my change

[Verse]
I'm Madeleine McCann, but the trappy version
'Cause I was in O when they thought I went missin'
EasyJet, the way I fly them packets 'cah we got the cheapest tickets
What's-what's wrong with all of these yutes? They're mental
Toddler syndrome, my niggas be kiddin' (What's wrong with the guys?)
Told my mom, "So I'm finna get rich"
Now I won't stop 'til I make it the richest (No way)
Local vet, 24s I'm open, I took them cats, made me some kittens
How-how you think that I got the phone line rippin'
Grouchin' nitties, but I don't give no pity (None)
I'm in the trap house, now, niggas can't stay awake, it's silly
Run to the money so fast, no patience
Bro, I just pray that a nigga ain't trippin'
What's-what's wrong with this clown? Circus punk, comedian prick
He never been a stand-up guy
I call you Eddie Murphy 'cah you're funny as fuck (Ha, ha)
What's-what's wrong with this clown? Circus punk, comedian prick
He never been a stand-up guy (Ha, ha)
I got love for bro, sold me a fucked up pack
Still diced in to rocks, what's wrong with this don?
Would-would-would've it's [?] kitchen the way I got it all gone
This girl wanna cuff, but I wanna tump
She want me locked with the federal bitch (Fuck it)
Me and Teeway, Lilo & Stitch (Bro)
O hunna, that's the way that I live

[Chorus]
I got a bad lil' mil' from Russia, loved by loads
Every time we meet, she loves to pay (She loves to pay)
I-I don't think you know 'bout thuggin' like that
That's what I call me a foreign exchange (A foreign exchange)
Me and-me and them, we was never the same
Well, I fucked off colly for an OT train
In a next mans spot with Kelly and Kane
I was seventeen wet from a rainy day
I'll fly this bag and stuff this tray
Fly this quick, man, I love this shit
Double this flip and lay in my cake (Come on)
I'll-I'll don't give a fuck 'bout a phone back, bro
Please get the fuck out my fray
And we're stackin' up P's, I don't give a fuck 'bout them
But I want everythin', please give me my change (Ayy, gimme that)