Yea, yea
You know the saying, everything´s foreign
I ain´t gotta tell you, I´mma let Wiz explain

I get it back, that´s why I blow it

Her ass fat, that´s why she throw it
Money long like I grow it
That´s why a young nigga ridin´ in a foreign
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Young nigga ridin´ in a foreign
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Young nigga ridin´ in a
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Ridin´ in a foreign, foreign, foreign

Porsche, Maserati, or a (why?)
Damn, brand new Ferrari or a? Lambo!
Nigga got bread
(Shooters like don´t get close to that new (?)
That Mercedes-Benz come with a chauffeur)
I be sparkin´ in an Aston-Martin
Gettin´ head like it´s nothin´, push the button, park it

I get it back, that´s why I blow it
Her ass fat, that´s why she throw it
Money long like I grow it
That´s why a young nigga ridin´ in a foreign
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Young nigga ridin´ in a foreign
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Young nigga ridin´ in a
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Ridin´ in a foreign, foreign, foreign

Whipin´, whippin´
I swear to God I be dippin´, dippin´
In that new Marcy-elago, we ride foreign
Nelly Furtado hit the gas
Here the tires screechin´
They sayin´ even my weekday car, is for the weekend

I got so many horses
Auto (?) say that it´s gorgeous
In the air, that´s where my doors is

I get it back, that´s why I blow it
Her ass fat, that´s why she throw it
Money long like I grow it
That´s why a young nigga ridin´ in a foreign
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Young nigga ridin´ in a foreign
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Young nigga ridin´ in a
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Ridin´ in a foreign, foreign, foreign