Ridin Foreign

*Young Chop on the beat. Band Camp.* I touch a lotta paper, I been havin this shit I got a bookbag full of hundreds, I been stashin this shit Private jet to Las Vegas, I've been gambling and shit And I'm in love with ridin foreign (We ain't the average clique) And I'm in love with ridin foreign (ridin foreign, ridin foreign) And I'm in love with ridin foreign (ridin foreign, ridin foreign) And I'm in love with ridin foreign (ride-ride foreign) And I'm in love with ridin foreign (ride-ride foreign) Gimme the keys to the van, fi-fi-fifty keys in the van You can bleed in the van, you can leave in the van Take a chance with the man, then I'm squeezin my hand (HA!) But the man in the back ain't part of the clan Slapped him with the gun 'bout as hard as I can Took the dope out the van then I ran with the bands If a nigga try to follow, find his head in the trash Smash on your ass, I'll blast at your ass 100-yard dash in the grass for the cash Brick and a Carbon-15 in the stash But he still got found with his brains on the dash (EW!) You a big bullet, was a fool in the past Fuck that nigga, I ain't cool with his ass Two bags of the gas, now the wolves on his ass Fuck around with Gucci Mane get some holes in his ass Fifty goons on me when I came to the Bash Po-Po-Point a nigga out that you want me to smash Two size of the trap, put the trash on the track If that the only son track then it might be a crash Yellow ice, white ice, little shitty glass Swear it's so sick that I might have a rash Rollin a blunt while I'm hittin it from the back Where your name tag at while I'm dumpin the ash I touch a lotta paper, I been havin this shit I got a bookbag full of hundreds, I been stashin this shit Private jet to Las Vegas, I've been gambling and shit And I'm in love with ridin foreign (We ain't the average clique) And I'm in love with ridin foreign (ridin foreign, ridin foreign) And I'm in love with ridin foreign (ridin foreign, ridin foreign) And I'm in love with ridin foreign (Ride-ride foreign) And I'm in love with ridin foreign (Ride-ride foreign) Hahn! I can't even lie, I'm in my own lane (GUCCI!) Talk so much shit cause I got my own slang (huh?) Bricksquad is my own squad, I got my own gang (SQUAD!) Stamps on the bricks, got my own 'caine (GUCCI!) You niggas followers, don't got they own brain (durr...) Tr-Trickin off but won't take care of they own kids (damn...) This Gucci Mane and people say I'm on drugs (true) I tell them people "go get on your own dick" When you the boss nig-guh you make your own rules I'm the only nigga that don't need no cosigner And my suede shoes match my suede headliner And my closet filled with the top designers I touch a lotta paper, I been havin this shit I got a bookbag full of hundreds, I been stashin this shit Private jet to Las Vegas, I've been gambling and shit And I'm in love with ridin foreign (We ain't the average clique) And I'm in love with ridin foreign (ridin foreign, ridin foreign) And I'm in love with ridin foreign (ridin foreign, ridin foreign) And I'm in love with ridin foreign (Ride-ride foreign) And I'm in love with ridin foreign (Ride-ride foreign)