Flyin Foreigns Lyrics - Singles - Pop-a-lot

Nigga ask me "What UP" 

Ticket on dat loud 

This that Pop-A-Lot shit bitch turn that up louder 

We was caine movin, Now we flyin in them foreigns nigga 

650 for the whole thang 

If you want it nigga better come and get it 

Meet me at the walmart on jefferson right next door to the thrift inn 

All I do is get it in 

It was him and his friend 

"You got 2 zips?" 

YESSSS 

Served him and his man and I left 

Blue dolphin's Flipper 

Ballin Like The Clipper's 

TrapHouse Digital We Are them Niggas 

Got Traphouse on Traphouse 

My Bank account get bigger 

Choppers on Deck, Dont make me pull the Trigger 

Work off White, mayonnaise 

This Polo feelin Handmade 

Hennessy and champagne 

The City down wit my campaign 

Next thing you know im ridin down 3-6 

In A V-12, No it's not A V-6 

All the hoes on my Penis 

Its like A movie you gotta see this 

Free Twain Gotti and G Son 

Im trappin till the police come 

Hit my cellie if you need somethin 

I DOA white sheet em 

Swervin thru the city everybody know my name 

Pop-A-Lot Hussien 

Ballin, But it ain't A Game. 

Noooooooooooooo 

Chorus 

All I did was flex on my way to cashing checks 

Mr Bank of America Deposits on Deck 

I was At the Wells Fargo like what do you expect 

Ridin Thru the trap wit the city on my back 

Trap jumpin like Jordan 

Pass Of like Magic 

Ballin like Bird did 

We was caine movin now we flyin in them foreigns nigga 

No exchange students 

Verse 2 

They said im not A star 

Gotta foreign Broad 

In A foreign Car 

That Dessert eagle Go "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM" 

That bitch be my body guard 

Laughing all the way to the bank 

Like HeHe Hardy har 

Buncha Soft niggas thet ain't hardly hard 

The Whip topless like this Mardi Gras 

Gotta Bad bitch named Molly 

French accient bon voyage 

And she pop that Molly 

She turn up and she party hard. 

She Gotta friend named Connie 

Be Like "Pop-A-Lot ohhhh My GOD 

I GOT ALL YOUR TAPES YOUR FLOW GO SO HARD" 

Next thing you know she wanna blow the whole squad 

Im ridin round town in A Chevy servin Hemi 

Im tryna turn this Chevy into A Lamborghini 

Niggas know your boy pack heat like A sauna 

And I be in the city any hood that I wanna 

Everybody know Pop-A-Lot Retarded 

Gotta trunk fulla stinky smell like I farted 

All the bad bitches in the hood wanna holla 

Smokin Narcotics Nigga Money I got it 

Shawty please believe me 

This Trappin shit ain't easy 

You won't eat if you ain't hungry, You get Captured if your Greedy 

Im the MVP im just tryna Score 

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" 

Feds Kickin in the Door..... 

Chorus 

All I did was flex on my way to cashing checks 

Mr Bank of America Deposits on Deck 

I was At the Wells Fargo like what do you expect 

Ridin Thru the trap wit the city on my back 

Trap jumpin like Jordan 

Pass Of like Magic 

Ballin like Bird did 

We was caine movin now we flyin in them foreigns nigga 

No exchange students 

All I did was flex on my way to cashing checks 

Mr Bank of America Deposits on Deck 

I was At the Wells Fargo like what do you expect 

Ridin Thru the trap wit the city on my back 

Trap jumpin like Jordan 

Pass Of like Magic 

Ballin like Bird did 

We was caine movin now we flyin in them foreigns nigga 

No exchange students