NYC

Lyrics

(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)