Playboi Carti — Foreign Original

[Intro: Playboi Carti] You know what I'm sayin', man? Still drinkin' lean and shit [Chorus: Playboi Carti] Ooh (Beep), hop in that motherfuckin' foreign (What?) And that motherfucker be roarin' (Ooh) Big gun, bitch, yeah, show 'em (Ooh) City to city, I'm tourin' (Ooh) Lil Carti, I'm ready to pour (Ooh) All of my diamonds, they glowin' Fuck on your bitch, yeah She left in the mornin' (Ooh) [Verse 1: Playboi Carti] Diamonds, they skatin' on ice, huh Run it up, bitch, Jerry Rice, hey, ayy Hurt your feelings with the price, ayy Everything come with a price, ayy Everything come with a price, ayy Hundred thousand, yeah, my price (Ooh) Too many rings like I'm Mike (Ooh) I got the motherfuckin' mic (Ooh) I got the motherfuckin' Ike, huh I told your bitch to come trike, uh Pass me the motherfuckin' mic, uh I'm in the lobby, I'm piped, ooh I told that bitch to come pipe, ooh Shawty want fuck on the pipe, ooh, uh, ooh, what? Ooh Shawty gon' lick on the pipe, ooh I got the strap like a dyke, ooh I got the strap, I don't fight, ooh My diamonds, they icy ice, ooh My diamonds, they ice, they bite, ooh Your diamonds, they 'ight, a'ight, ooh Ask that lil' bitch what's her type? (Ooh, ayy, what? Ayy) [Chorus: Playboi Carti & Pi'erre Bourne] Ooh (Beep), hop in that motherfuckin' foreign (What?) And that motherfucker be roarin' (Ooh) Big gun, bitch, yeah, show 'em (Ooh) City to city, I'm tourin' (Ooh) (Yeah) Lil Carti, I'm ready to pour (Ooh) (Woah) All of my diamonds, they glowin' Fuck on your bitch, yeah (Woah) She left in the mornin' (Ooh) [Verse 2: Pi'erre Bourne] I had to leave that bitch like a deadbeat, woah, ayy Life too hard, concrete, woah, ayy She just wanna stay, retreat, no (No) Bitch, I ain't hotel P, woah All these bags full of cash look like groceries, yeah My pockets fat, Nicki Parker, Oglevee yeah I'm playin' money trees, momma, grow with me, yeah She come in with a team and leave the show with me (I said me) [Chorus: Playboi Carti] Ooh (Beep), hop in that motherfuckin' foreign (What?) And that motherfucker be roarin' (Ooh) Big gun, bitch, yeah, show 'em (Ooh) City to city, I'm tourin' (Ooh) Lil Carti, I'm ready to pour (Ooh) All of my diamonds, they glowin' Fuck on your bitch, yeah She left in the mornin' (Ooh) [Verse 3: Playboi Carti] Diamonds on diamonds on diamonds Empty your pockets and pay that lil' homage (What?) I got Pirus in the lobby (Yeah) I got Pirus right behind me (Carti) Cranberry drip with the rag (Carti) I might just pull up in Bompton (Carti) Walk in the lobby like Gotti (Gotti) You can't trust me, I'm too poppin' (Poppin') These niggas, they tryna 2Pac me (What? What?) Used to be robbin' (Robbin') Molly Santana, jaw lockin' (Lockin') This Spanish bitch callin' me Papi (Papi) She ride me like a Bugatti ('Gatti) Hop in the foreign, fuck the mileage (Mileage) Pick the boof up, bitch, I'm tired (Tired) Booted up, bitch, never tired (What? Ooh, ooh) [Chorus: Playboi Carti] Ooh (Beep), hop in that motherfuckin' foreign (What?) And that motherfucker be roarin' (Ooh) Big gun, bitch, yeah, show 'em (Ooh) City to city, I'm tourin' (Ooh) Lil Carti, I'm ready to pour (Ooh) All of my diamonds, they glowin' Fuck on your bitch, yeah She left in the mornin' (Ooh) [Outro: Pi'erre Bourne] Huh, woah Huh, woah