C.T. Beatz - Foreigners lyrics

[Intro] The family, D.C (A-a-ain't nobody gon' say nothin' about me) Yah, yeah, yeah [Hook: Mike Davis] Ain't nobody gone say nothin about me (about me) A hater can't never say nothin around me (around me) Ain't nobody gone say nothin about me (about me) n***as be drivin foreign through ya county (ERRT~!) Ain't nobody gone say nothin about me (what they gon' say?) A hater can't never say nothin around me (what they gon' say?) Ain't nobody gone say nothin about me (said what they gon' say?) All I keep is them foreign girls around me [Verse 1: Fabolous] Yeah, yeah... When a hater talk (what they talkin), that's a foreign language (what, what) When the money talks (uh huh), now it's more my language (what's up) Yea we ridin dirty (ridin dirty), but the 40 stainless (bang bang) I let you n***as tell it (but what), but the story always changes (like what) Like once upon a time, in that 458 wit Prime (woo) Might of been that four door with Sue (woo) Or was that Web's CL coupe (woo) It coulda been Ocean in the Aston (uh huh) Or Ruggs Beamer ga**in (uh huh) I know them cars is foreign in the stable (I know) Them girls is foreign at the table (I know) Them Russian girls so cold (so cold) Them Italian chicks was mobbin (they mobbin) Them Spanish mami's loco (she cray) East Africans a problem, man Ya wan-na live ma life style Can't, tell if, I should, get it, plain or, iced out (woo!) ow! [Hook] [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Can't name a drug that I ain't sell Court cases I ain't tell I carried home, I got rich They still hatin I ain't fail So it's f** n***as (f** em), f** n***as (f** em) Don't run up on me you ain't 12 And if you is pull yo badge out These hittas wit me, can't tell (BLAOW!) A hater can't say nothin bout me (bout me) North side of Philly they found me (found me) Gun on my hip I'm still reppin it cause wit the same couple n***as around me (around me) Mac wit a drum and it round me (round me) Keep these f** n***as from round me (round me) Cause n***as gone talk like they hoes And half of my homies done turned to my foes [Verse 3: Fabolous] Hold up! Had to put chrome on these Rolls (WHOA) Had to put stones on these Rolls (WHOA) Had to stay down for my n***as (WHOA) Had to put on for these hoes (WHOA) Y'all wan-na live ma life style (woo) Send a, jet, b**h, we ain't, bookin, flights, now, now (woo!) [Hook] [Bridge: Mike Davis] Y'all wanna live my life stlye Never seen a foreign, never seen her a** out Never seen so many n***as throwin cash out All my n***as driving foreigns so we spazzed out [Hook] [Outro: Omelly] Yeah, n***a f** this n***as gon' say? We been through yo town 10 n***as, 60 chains on n***a Big sh** with us, big Benzo machine guns We do what the f** we want, n***a We come through yo city n***a, with all yo b**hes, n***a Livin this life, Dreamchasers, some of the youngest flyest n***as in the world, n***a We do what we want in these streets, n***a f**in the b**hes you fiend about n***a, throwing the money you dream about n***a