DIFFERENT COUNTRIES

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Woo Yeah (yeah) I got some racks on me (I got some racks on me) I got your bitch on me, bitch on me (bitch on me) We goin' outta state in different countries, yeah We ridin' outta state in different countries, woah I'm still pourin' up that drank my stomach on lean, yeah, damn Take off in a fighter jet, the whip I'm drivin' today got wings I made me a M by myself, ain't need no help, ain't got a degree I'm pouring up wock not green My girl getting old to me (yeah) That money keep calling me (yeah) Your girl wanna' follow me (yeah) We at the top her hair flow through the wind My money fly like Peter Pan I just been ballin' I'm off X and Xans If you talk too much I'on hear what you said If you talk too much I'on hear what you sayin' hoe If you talk too much I'on hear what you sayin' though Thats's my mascot, yeah I'm high off the drank I'm floatin', yeah She wanna' go to the club with her friend I'on stand in the line they know who I am I'm a God and nigga got powers Want a piece of my love it's sour Tryna' keep up with us, with us I got some dope in the swimsuit And your girl on her knees getting blisters This nigga acting stupid, yeah You can hit with that cuban, yeah My diamonds they wet like jacuzzis Damn, she glowing up I fucked her and got her swag up How you like it? I got her Mom excited She think I might go on a diet My pocket be starting to riot Woah, she think that she is the one, had to let her know Don't got a safety on my gun, I might let it blow I feel like Denzel Washington in training day on that road I spent ten racks at the Louis store we on rodeo [?] I want the money not fame Take a break from everything Ain't trippin' I still got paid When I put these racks on me I putting diamonds on her feet She want me alone, quarantine She wanna' hold hands on the beach I'm not beefing with niggas under me Get your bag up She love fuckin with broke ass niggas I love fucking on bad sluts Is this the life she want? I gave her the wood now she gone Watch my money [?] [Chorus] Yeah (yeah) I got some racks on me (I got some racks on me) I got your bitch on me (bitch on me) We goin' outta state in different countries, yeah We ridin' outta state in different countries, woah I'm still pourin' up that drank my stomach on lean, yeah, damn Take off in a fighter jet, the whip I'm drivin' today got wings I made me a M by myself, ain't need no help, ain't got a degree I'm pouring up wock not green My girl getting old to me (yeah) That money keep calling me (yeah) Your girl wanna' follow me (yeah) We at the top her hair flow through the wind My money fly like Peter Pan I just been ballin' I'm off X and Xans If you talk too much I'on hear what you said If you talk too much I'on hear what you sayin' hoe If you talk too much I'on hear what you sayin' though