Cop Me a Foreign (feat. Young Thug)

I wanna cop me a foreign

I wanna cop me a foreign

I wanna cop me a foreign

I wanna cop me a foreign

Chop off the top, Forgiatos my rims

Panama white, put the goat on my lip

Riding on Melrose, I'm in a spaceship

Rolex on my wrist when I grip the steering wheel

I'm only running with real

I got my own paper, I can't sign a deal

Mansion in Beverly Hills

I run up a check, give a fuck how you feel

I just might teach you a lesson

I cannot fuck with no peasant

I only rock VVS's

VVS's on my necklace

VVS's got me reckless

It's Gunna, Gunna, bitch, you guessed it

I might say some shit impressive

I might do some shit impressive

Pull it up and let you catch it

Hold me down and I'ma bless you

I'ma buy you some Lou's, I'ma buy you Giuseppe

That money keep coming, I send it directly

She suck on that dick and she give me that becky

I gave her ten thousand and I don't regret it

Thank God that I made it, I used to be poor

You lil' **** fell off, Young Gunna still on

Remember I used to rock Polo, Ralph Lauren

Now I pull out the lot in a new foreign

Said fuck all you ****, I know you ain't with me

This AMG 63, I gotta get it

Twenty four inches, I want my shit lifted

Ferraris and Lam's, the Rolls Royce and Benzes

European wheels all through the city

Cashed out, got my title, went got my shit tinted

Windows so dark, man, you can't even see in it

Riding with the pitch like my shit is not rented

I wanna cop me a foreign

Trying to be right till I'm going home

I wanna cop me a foreign

Holla at a bad bitch, she starving

I wanna cop me a foreign

I wanna cop me, gon' cop me a foreign

I wanna cop me a foreign

Chop off the top, Forgiatos my rims

Panama white, put the goat on my lip

Riding on Melrose, I'm in a spaceship

Rolex on my wrist when I grip the steering wheel

I'm only running with real

I got my own paper, I can't sign a deal

Mansion in Beverly Hills

I run up a check, give a fuck how you feel

Jeffrey

I'm in here riding with the carbon, aye

Hop in and out of the foreign

Most of these boys, they corny

They don't got no bread, they running around and they boring

We don't make love with these bitches

Bought a new Bentley truck with the riches

Fuck one, both my palms itchin'

Let's have a toast and fuck your kidneys

Fuck five-oh, I know they listenin'

They listen to everything, yeah

Better watch what you're saying to these bitches

'Cause in court they gon' put it on air, yeah

I just want a band, I just need a band

I miss Ben Franklin, I just want him back

I cheated on him with Grants and Jacksons

Why the fuck I do that?

But I promise I ain't gon' do it no more

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, hey

I wanna cop me a foreign

I wanna cop me a foreign

I wanna cop me a foreign

I wanna cop me a foreign

Chop off the top, Forgiatos my rims

Paint 'em all white, put the gold on these lips

Riding on Melrose, I'm in a spaceship

Patek on my wrist when I grip the steering wheel

I'm only running with real

I got my own paper, I can't sign a deal

Mansion in Beverly Hills

I run that shit up, give a fuck how you feel

Give a fuck how you feel

All of my **** give a fuck how you feel

Fuck around and play, get your bitch on a pill

Fuck around and play, get your ho lil' top peeled

Fuck around and play, get your ho lil' top peeled

Fuck around and play, I'ma pop me a pill

We gon' go brazy and we don't pop the pill

We can go brazy without poppin' pills

We gon' go brazy when I cop the pills

We gon' put cake, put the guap on your bitch

We gon' put cake on these bitches for real

Play with the bitch and we saving their kids

Saving they life if we buy 'em some heels

Chanel bags by the load

Hold up, bitch, playing

I got rings with bloods on the low

Shh, stand low, I got big bloody bloods on the low

Huh, yeah, yeah, I'm on the west coast hangin' with loccs

Yeah, dig, ****

Don't feed this bitch

Let 'em dig this, bitch

Let 'em whip their wrist

Out the pot, got the bowl

Get a knot, buy a Rollie

Buy Patek's, put some ice around your neck

Pussy on your candy flip

Put it on your point and click

Put it on your private property

Put it on your big bank

Inside the pool I'm choppin'

Get belly bustin'

Fuck **** blushin'

Bad back, YSL trappin', we don't trust you

Fuck around, we gon' bust you

Fuck around, we gon' bust you

We on Gresham with guap

Fuck around, we gon' bust you

I wanna cop me a foreign

I wanna cop me a foreign

I wanna cop me a foreign

I wanna cop me a foreign

Chop off the top, Forgiatos my rims

Paint 'em all white, put the gold on these lips

Riding on Melrose, I'm in a spaceship

Patek on my wrist when I grip the steering wheel

I'm only running with real

I got my own paper, I can't sign a deal

Mansion in Beverly Hills

I run that shit up, give a fuck how you feel