Ridin Foreign - Gucci Mane

I touch a lotta paper, I been havin this shit

I got a bookbag full of hundreds, I been stashin this shit

Private jet to Las Vegas, I’ve been gambling and shit

And I’m in love with ridin foreign (We ain’t the average clique)

And I’m in love with ridin foreign (ridin foreign, ridin foreign)

And I’m in love with ridin foreign (ridin foreign, ridin foreign)

And I’m in love with ridin foreign (ride-ride foreign)

And I’m in love with ridin foreign (ride-ride foreign)

Gimme the keys to the van, fi-fi-fifty keys in the van

You can bleed in the van, you can leave in the van

Take a chance with the man, then I’m squeezin my hand (HA!)

But the man in the back ain’t part of the clan

Slapped him with the gun 'bout as hard as I can

Took the dope out the van then I ran with the bands

If a nigga try to follow, find his head in the trash

Smash on your ass, I’ll blast at your ass

100-yard dash in the grass for the cash

Brick and a Carbon-15 in the stash

But he still got found with his brains on the dash (EW!)

You a big bullet, was a fool in the past

Fuck that nigga, I ain’t cool with his ass

Two bags of the gas, now the wolves on his ass

Fuck around with Gucci Mane get some holes in his ass

Fifty goons on me when I came to the Bash

Po-Po-Point a nigga out that you want me to smash

Two size of the trap, put the trash on the track

If that the only son track then it might be a crash

Yellow ice, white ice, little shitty glass

Swear it’s so sick that I might have a rash

Rollin a blunt while I’m hittin it from the back

Where your name tag at while I’m dumpin the ash

I touch a lotta paper, I been havin this shit

I got a bookbag full of hundreds, I been stashin this shit

Private jet to Las Vegas, I’ve been gambling and shit

And I’m in love with ridin foreign (We ain’t the average clique)

And I’m in love with ridin foreign (ridin foreign, ridin foreign)

And I’m in love with ridin foreign (ridin foreign, ridin foreign)

And I’m in love with ridin foreign (Ride-ride foreign)

And I’m in love with ridin foreign (Ride-ride foreign)

Hahn!

I can’t even lie, I’m in my own lane (GUCCI!)

Talk so much shit cause I got my own slang (huh?)

Bricksquad is my own squad, I got my own gang (SQUAD!)

Stamps on the bricks, got my own 'caine (GUCCI!)

You niggas followers, don’t got they own brain (durr…)

Tr-Trickin off but won’t take care of they own kids (damn…)

This Gucci Mane and people say I’m on drugs (true)

I tell them people «go get on your own dick»

When you the boss nig-guh you make your own rules

I’m the only nigga that don’t need no cosigner

And my suede shoes match my suede headliner

And my closet filled with the top designers

I touch a lotta paper, I been havin this shit

I got a bookbag full of hundreds, I been stashin this shit

Private jet to Las Vegas, I’ve been gambling and shit

And I’m in love with ridin foreign (We ain’t the average clique)

And I’m in love with ridin foreign (ridin foreign, ridin foreign)

And I’m in love with ridin foreign (ridin foreign, ridin foreign)

And I’m in love with ridin foreign (Ride-ride foreign)

And I’m in love with ridin foreign (Ride-ride foreign)