NAYY - Foreign Ho

I just want a Foreign Ho' that stay up on my side
I don't like em' classy, yea they hard to find
See Marc Jacobs on her bag, man my lil shawty way too fly
Yea, and she gon' make her cash cause she don't want me to provide
Watch I bag her, if she not yo' wife, yea
I got racks coming in, not satisfied, yea
If you mad bout' some' I said then it's on sight, yea
If she bad, I might let her stay the night, yea
I got so much rubber bands on me
So much bands on me, wanna touch
I don't know how she b' standing me
She a fan of me, that's a must
But, always knew I was the man homie
They b' bland till I'm going up
All of sudden want a hand out
They was talking bout' me on the bus
Remember I was in the classroom
They was telling me my track sucks
But all of them is spinning back now
Cause they see I really had a spark
They see I'd really make it far
They see I really was a Star
They see I really wasn't playing
When I said "I'll make a hundred from a Bar"
Why every time I'm saying I did
They be tryna say we did
They ain't have no contribution
They ain't did nun' to get me lit
That's why I'm staying with my brothers
Every bag we get, yea I'm gon' split
They could call me fake
I wanted a bag, They wanna be Crip
I just want a Foreign Ho' that stay up on my side
I don't like em' classy, yea they hard to find
See Marc Jacobs on her bag, man my lil shawty way too fly
Yea, and she gon' make her cash cause she don't want me to provide
Watch I bag her, if she not yo' wife, yea
I got racks coming in, not satisfied, yea
If you mad bout' some' I said then it's on sight, yea
If she bad, I might let her stay the night, yea

Written by:
NaQuan White

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