Don't know where I'm going
Catch me in my bag, whipping in a foreign
I remember life used to be boring
Stepping on the gas, don't know where I'm going
Hit the dash, see the cash that I'm blowing
Hit the dash, see the cash that I'm blowing
Looking at my wrist, you would really think it's snowing
Whole pointers 'round my neck, you can see 'em glowing
Running up a check, and I spend it on my clothing
Running through, what I'm thumbing through
Yeah, all my dreams, they be coming true
Running through, what I'm thumbing through
Yeah, bring a friend, she be coming too
Got me stuck, got me-got me stuck
Mixing up the syrup and I put it in my cup
Pull up in the Enzo, I just popped a benzo
Dressed up in some Kenzo, count my dividends, though
Got some luck, tryna make a buck
Stacking all this money baby, I can't get enough
Pulling out the Benz though, workin' for the ends, though
Running to the end zone, catch me if you can, though
Catch me in my bag, whipping in a foreign
I remember life used to be boring
Stepping on the gas, don't know where I'm going
Hit the dash, see the cash that I'm blowing
I remember times kicking it back, I'm making it mine
Can't get off the phone, you just stay on line
Kinda miss my shine, kinda told you so
Modest Felons on the road, don't know where to go
I'm telling you first right here, you gotta make shit clear, aye
I'm hopping out that whip, I gotta reappear, aye
Telling all my dogs, I ain't gon' tell at all, aye
Ain't got foreign cars, but it's my goal to ball
Amen, I ain't for no f*ck shit I will tuck shit, damn
But if it come to that we ain't gon' rush it, damn
Bro that's my gang talking 'bout "What's this?", aye
Boy, f*ck you, man, we ain't gon' bust shit
We got tough shoes, hop out say "F*ck it, damn"
You tell me it's your thing, and imma trust it man
Tell the people of my town we can go around
Modest Felons making sounds, your time is out
Catch me in my bag, whipping in a foreign
I remember life used to be boring
Stepping on the gas, don't know where I'm going
Hit the dash, see the cash that I'm blowing
Taking my time with it
I been taking my time with it
Taking my time with it
I been taking my time with it
Makai Keyes - FOREIGN (feat. Saint Tony) Lyrics
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Don't know where I'm going
Catch me in my bag, whipping in a foreign
I remember life used to be boring
Stepping on the gas, don't know where I'm going
Hit the dash, see the cash that I'm blowing
Hit the dash, see the cash that I'm blowing
Looking at my wrist, you would really think it's snowing
Whole pointers 'round my neck, you can see 'em glowing
Running up a check, and I spend it on my clothing
Running through, what I'm thumbing through
Yeah, all my dreams, they be coming true
Running through, what I'm thumbing through
Yeah, bring a friend, she be coming too
Got me stuck, got me-got me stuck
Mixing up the syrup and I put it in my cup
Pull up in the Enzo, I just popped a benzo
Dressed up in some Kenzo, count my dividends, though
Got some luck, tryna make a buck
Stacking all this money baby, I can't get enough
Pulling out the Benz though, workin' for the ends, though
Running to the end zone, catch me if you can, though
Catch me in my bag, whipping in a foreign
I remember life used to be boring
Stepping on the gas, don't know where I'm going
Hit the dash, see the cash that I'm blowing
I remember times kicking it back, I'm making it mine
Can't get off the phone, you just stay on line
Kinda miss my shine, kinda told you so
Modest Felons on the road, don't know where to go
I'm telling you first right here, you gotta make shit clear, aye
I'm hopping out that whip, I gotta reappear, aye
Telling all my dogs, I ain't gon' tell at all, aye
Ain't got foreign cars, but it's my goal to ball
Amen, I ain't for no f*ck shit I will tuck shit, damn
But if it come to that we ain't gon' rush it, damn
Bro that's my gang talking 'bout "What's this?", aye
Boy, f*ck you, man, we ain't gon' bust shit
We got tough shoes, hop out say "F*ck it, damn"
You tell me it's your thing, and imma trust it man
Tell the people of my town we can go around
Modest Felons making sounds, your time is out
Catch me in my bag, whipping in a foreign
I remember life used to be boring
Stepping on the gas, don't know where I'm going
Hit the dash, see the cash that I'm blowing
Taking my time with it
I been taking my time with it
Taking my time with it
I been taking my time with it
Catch me in my bag, whipping in a foreign
I remember life used to be boring
Stepping on the gas, don't know where I'm going
Hit the dash, see the cash that I'm blowing
Hit the dash, see the cash that I'm blowing
Looking at my wrist, you would really think it's snowing
Whole pointers 'round my neck, you can see 'em glowing
Running up a check, and I spend it on my clothing
Running through, what I'm thumbing through
Yeah, all my dreams, they be coming true
Running through, what I'm thumbing through
Yeah, bring a friend, she be coming too
Got me stuck, got me-got me stuck
Mixing up the syrup and I put it in my cup
Pull up in the Enzo, I just popped a benzo
Dressed up in some Kenzo, count my dividends, though
Got some luck, tryna make a buck
Stacking all this money baby, I can't get enough
Pulling out the Benz though, workin' for the ends, though
Running to the end zone, catch me if you can, though
Catch me in my bag, whipping in a foreign
I remember life used to be boring
Stepping on the gas, don't know where I'm going
Hit the dash, see the cash that I'm blowing
I remember times kicking it back, I'm making it mine
Can't get off the phone, you just stay on line
Kinda miss my shine, kinda told you so
Modest Felons on the road, don't know where to go
I'm telling you first right here, you gotta make shit clear, aye
I'm hopping out that whip, I gotta reappear, aye
Telling all my dogs, I ain't gon' tell at all, aye
Ain't got foreign cars, but it's my goal to ball
Amen, I ain't for no f*ck shit I will tuck shit, damn
But if it come to that we ain't gon' rush it, damn
Bro that's my gang talking 'bout "What's this?", aye
Boy, f*ck you, man, we ain't gon' bust shit
We got tough shoes, hop out say "F*ck it, damn"
You tell me it's your thing, and imma trust it man
Tell the people of my town we can go around
Modest Felons making sounds, your time is out
Catch me in my bag, whipping in a foreign
I remember life used to be boring
Stepping on the gas, don't know where I'm going
Hit the dash, see the cash that I'm blowing
Taking my time with it
I been taking my time with it
Taking my time with it
I been taking my time with it
Writer: Caden Moniz, Tony Sivira
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