NYC

Damn, Dreamy made a fuckin' flame!
Hoe said I'm not getting rich
Stop, boy
Bitch I'm getting k, yeah
If she ain't 'bout no money, it's a motherfucking [?], that shit
Li'l bougie bitch wanna go on a date
I work hard, who the fuck's gonna pay?
Bitch suck me clean, she's a personal maid
I be fucked up having personal days
Yo homeboy dicksucking, why he always wanna glaze?
Fly ass nigga, I might need a birdcage
Slimy li'l nigga, 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 bitch got no aim
Playing with it, feeling like it's connected to no game
Bitch 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, nigga, then pursue it
She got personality, I can [?] it
Sixty-four in my clip, bitch I'm [?]
Maison Margiela with the Truey
Dolce & Gabbana, bitch I'm true to it
In the whip like Benihana, I be chopping shit
[?] if I see twelve, then I'm driving quick
[?] I ain't really stand a fucking lying bitch
Cut you off quicker than I met you for that lying shit
And that pussy, it was roaring at me like a lion, bitch
(Oh, no-oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Li'l bitch want me to do what she say
Come on, bitch, how the fuck 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)