I ride foreign cars, ooh I fuck foreign bitches, I ride foreign cars Bitch, look at my wrist, all you see is stars I fuck three bitches in one day, off a bar I ride foreign cars, yeah Ooh, yeah, huh, ooh Lil Pump, Lil Pump, ooh Pull up to the strip, ooh

Yeah, but if you look close you'll see 'Cause everybody's here Everybody's here, everybody's here but me I'm still breathing and my heart's still beating I might as well start living again And so I threw on a shirt, put on a jacket Went out to meet some

(Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Lord knows I need something to fill this void Lotta shit happens, like, being in show business A lot of shit happens, like, like, I make a lot of money, you know And I'm really happy about it And I'm not

You used to hold me You used to hold me me me me, yeah Knocked down everything I tried to do That sounds something like me holding you I've known this can make you understand Take my spirit from my open hand You know better than I do

If you want it, come and get it, I've got it (oh oh) If you need it, come and get it, I've got it (baby) I've got it (oh yeah) And there ain't nobody else in this world If you want it, I know that your mummy and your daddy don't tell you,

That my dog, uhh that my dog, that my dog, yea, that my dog, that my dog uhh, That my dog, that my dog, that my dog, that my dog, that my dog, yeah that my dog, That my dog, uhh that my dog, that my dog, yea that my dog If it wasn’t for Wayne, it

Turn up your night I will find you Make them dance Just like you 'Cause you make me move Yeah you always make go I'll run away with your foot steps I'll build a city that dreams for two And if you lose yourself

Ain't talkin' 'bout love My love is rotten to the core Hey hey hey I heard the news baby, all about your disease Yeah you may have all you want, baby, but I got somethin' you need Oh yeah, ain't talkin' 'bout love Just like I told you before, yeah before

Hey, 'cause I need a best friend, uh Play the block like Tetris, uh Baby girl, it was worth it Yeah, I'm sorry to be selfish Will you be my best friend, girl? Yeah or nah? Yeah yeah Yeah, 'cause I need a best friend, uh Fifteen hundred on Jimmy Choos,

Uh ah, uh ho Yeah, she's gotta have soul Or it won't feel right Well, just plain, clean and simple Wrapped up nice n' tight And homegrown and down-home, that makes one Cookin' up that old time, long lost recipe for me, woh It's gettin' hard to find