Overseas

[Intro]
Abm Dbm/E Eb
(x4)

[Chorus]
Abm Dbm/E Eb
The year has just started and right now, I’m lookin’ for cribs overseas
Abm Dbm/E Eb
I’m giving my lady some driving lessons in a hundred-grand Jeep
Abm Dbm/E Eb
When you see me in public, no photos, man, I need some privacy please
Abm Dbm/E Eb
Good girl, she just sat on my face now she’s saying her legs have gone weak
Abm Dbm/E Eb
Bad, bad, see the jakes outside, now I’m flushing the work down the toilet
Abm Dbm/E Eb
Mad, mad, Richard Mille, a crib by the port and it’s imported
Dbm/E Eb
Sad, sad, if you knew the truth ’bout that nigga then it would get awkward
Abm Dbm/E Eb
And I know that nigga get money now, I am the nigga that taught him

[Verse 1]
Abm
Know I get the birds in, fuck a drought
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Worker is misbehaving, chuck him out
Abm
I get the money, money from her house
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Out in a lovely, lovely country town
Abm
I said, if you care about her, fly her out
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Go to the Louis store and buy it now
Abm
I’ma keep pouring ’til I’m running out
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I just hit it from the back, she scared, she runnin’ out
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Ooh, young and lit, money keep on coming in
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Ooh, I keep a rock band on standby, pull up and drum that shit
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Ooh, deep in it, I’ma swim, hand on heart, I love this chick
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Ooh, all them niggas ’round me family, love them on some brother shit

[Verse 2]
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She suck my soul, she done it like Ash Kaash, I keep on gettin’ them flashbacks
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I was OT so I had to bash, I almost thought about gettin’ a cab back
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Do it like Rico and video that, if we upload it, probably get some backlash
Dbm/E Eb
Backshots, she got the ripple effect, it’s too tense and I can’t help but slap that
Dbm/E
Fuck that, pull out, I don’t wanna be a dad yet
Eb Abm
Plan B, girl, you gotta swallow that tablet
Dbm/E
The way that she handle it, this one talented
Eb Abm
Pum-pum soakin’, feel like I’m paddling

Back come ’round, I’m a fan of it
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Ride on a bike one time and saddle it (Oh)
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Ayo, her doctor working wonders
Eb Abm
Damn, that’s a big circumference (Oh)

Get her wet, she don’t need no lube
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On the fortieth floor, you should see the views (Alright)
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She don’t wanna send me her pussy on Snapchat, mad, man, I don’t wanna leak your nudes
Dbm/E
How do I say it without seeming rude? (Huh)
Eb Abm
I just wanna see if it’s cute
Dbm/E
Shake that back like a video vixen
Eb Abm
This one here don’t wanna be in my tunes
Dbm/E
She wanna go Nobu just for the Snap
Eb Abm
If I pay for the tab, you best eat your food
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Word on the road is Cench get a hundred a show
Eb Abm
This hoe wan’ see if it’s true
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Posh ting, she don’t wanna be with the squares no more, she said she wanna be with the goons
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Thought she could hack it, not active, too smoky, now she wanna leave the room

[Chorus]
Dbm/E Eb
The year has just started and right now, I’m lookin’ for cribs overseas
Abm Dbm/E Eb
I’m giving my lady some driving lessons in a hundred-grand Jeep
Abm Dbm/E Eb
When you see me in public, no photos, man, I need some privacy please
Abm Dbm/E Eb
Good girl, she just sat on my face now she’s saying her legs have gone weak
Abm Dbm/E Eb
Bad, bad, see the jakes outside, now I’m flushing the work down the toilet
Abm Dbm/E Eb
Mad, mad, Richard Mille, a crib by the port and it’s imported
Dbm/E Eb
Sad, sad, if you knew the truth ’bout that nigga then it would get awkward
Abm Dbm/E Eb
And I know that nigga get money now, I am the nigga that taught him

[Verse 3]
Abm
I love the trap (Trap)
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Quarter milli on cars ain’t never enough (Enough)
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Couple milli, I put it aside, cop me a villa in Marbs (In Marbs)
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She need ten racks for her arse, said, bro, I’ll put that on my dargs (That on my dargs)
Dbm/E
My killers still swervin’ the Rona but that ain’t the reason for masks (Yeah)
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I fill up the drum and it’s kickin’ away, spin it back like I’m target (Yeah)
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I sat in my kitchen, I’m whippin’ away and I’m droppin’ off white with no garlic (Yeah)
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It’s a carousel when I’m spinnin’ the tray, hate when my flight is delayed (Delayed)
N.C. N.C.
I tell my lil’ nigga, “Go flex in my Rollie, no money to waste” (Waste)

[Outro]
Abm Dbm/E Eb
(x3)

The year just started And right now I'm looking for cribs overseas I'm giving my lady some driving lessons In a hundred grand Jeep When you see me in public, no phones Man, I need some privacy, please Good girl, she just sat on my face Now she's saying her legs have gone weak Bad 'bout, see the jakes outside Now I'm flushing the work down the toilet Mad now, Richard Mille, a crib by the port And it's imported Satire, if you knew the truth 'bout that nigga Then it would get awkward And I know that nigga get money Now I am the nigga that taught him Oh I get the birds in, fuck a drought Worker's misbehaving, chuck him out I get the money, money for my house Out in the lovely, lovely country town I said if you care about her, fly her out Go to the Louis store, I'm buying out I'ma keep pouring till I'm running out I just hit it from the back, she's scared, she running out Ooh, young and lit Money keep on coming in Ooh, I keep a rock band on stand-by Pull up and drum that shit Ooh, deep in it, I'ma swim Hand on heart, I love this chick Ooh, all them nigga* 'round me family Love them on some brother shit She sucked my soul, she done it like Ash Kaashh I keep on getting them flashbacks I was OT, so I had to bash I almost thought about getting a cab back Do it like Rico and video that If we upload it, probably get some backlash Back shots, she got the ripple effect It's two tens and I can't help but slap that Fuck that, pull out, I don't wanna be a dad yet Plab B, girl, you gotta swallow that tablet They way that she handle it, this one talented Pumpum soaking, feel like I'm paddling Back around, I'm a fan of it Ride on a bike on time, was saddling Ayo, a doctor working wonders Damn, that's big circumference Gyal wet, she don't need no lube On the fortieth floor, you should see the views She don't wanna send me her pussy on Snapchat Mad man, I don't wanna leak your nudes How do I say without seeming rude, huh I just wanna see if it's cute Shake that back like a video vixen This one here don't wanna be in my tune She wanna go Nobu just for the Snap If I pay for the tab, you best eat your food Word on the road is Centz get a hunnid a show This hoe wan' see if it's true Posh ting, she don't wanna be with the squares no more She says she wanna be with the goons Thought she could hack it, not active Too smoky, now she wanna leave the room The year has just started And right now I'm looking for cribs overseas I'm giving my lady some driving lessons In a hundred grand Jeep When you see me in public, no phones Man, I need some privacy, please Good girl, she just sat on my face Now she's saying her legs have gone weak Bad 'bout, see the jakes outside Now I'm flushing the work down the toilet Mad now, Richard Mille, a crib by the port And it's imported Satire, if you knew the truth 'bout that nigga Then it would get awkward And I know that nigga get money Now I am the nigga that taught him I love to trap Quarter milli' on cars, it never enough Couple milli' I put it aside Cop me a villa in Mars She need ten racks for her arse Said, bro, I put that on my dargs, yeah My killa still swervin' around now But that ain't a reason from ours I fill up the drum and it's kicking away Spin it back like I'm target I sat it my kitchen, I'm whippin' away And I'm chopping off white with no garlic It's a carousel when I'm spinnin' the trey Hate when my flight is delayed I tell my lil nigga go flex in my Rollie No money to waste The year has just started And right now I'm looking for cribs overseas I'm giving my lady some driving lessons In a hundred grand Jeep When you see me in public, no phones Man, I need some privacy, please Good girl, she just sat on my face Now she's saying her legs have gone weak Bad 'bout, see the jakes outside Now I'm flushing the work down the toilet Mad now, Richard Mille, a crib by the port And it's imported Satire, if you knew the truth 'bout that nigga Then it would get awkward And I know that nigga get money Now I am the nigga that taught him

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