Lyrics Foreign Xchange - Jarv Dee, Sik-K

Foreign Xchange

Don’t hit my line
Don’t hit my line
Don’t hit my line
Don’t hit my line
Money, money, but no peace of mind
Hungry fortunes get no peace of mind
'Less I added hella mozzarella to the doe
I guess we’ll call that pizza time
, I don’t fuck with swines
See, I penny pinch, I don’t drop no dimes
New dog, but I don’t fuck with slimes
See, I’m old dog when I’m buckin' mine
Keep it positive, see I’m focused now
Meditatin' in a room of clouds
Runnin' routes on a tight rope
Not a wreckin' ball gonna bring me down
Keep it smoky ridin' through the town
People swearin' that they know me know
(They used to fuck with my baby’s mamma
When I see you again, I’m gonna fuck you up)
Fuck your plug
No, we don’t want your drugs
Thanks for the love
But stop hitting me up, ay
Ay, fuck your plug
No, we don’t want your drugs
Thanks for the love
But stop hitting me up, ay
Ay, fuck your plug
No, we don’t want your drugs
Thanks for the love
But stop hitting me up, ay
Ay, fuck your plug
No, we don’t want your drugs
Thanks for the love
But stop hitting me up, ay
Fuck your plug, yeah
Drive your
that shit up
Kockin' your luck on
let 'em, let 'em, let 'em
everywhere
They good for nothin'
Could have
a soul city
Yeah, a soul city
I’m mister steal your girl
in the club, yeah
nigga wants to show me love
More drunk
Fuck your plug
No, we don’t want your drugs
Thanks for the love
But stop hitting me up, ay
Ay, fuck your plug
No, we don’t want your drugs
Thanks for the love
But stop hitting me up, ay
Ay, fuck your plug
No, we don’t want your drugs
Thanks for the love
But stop hitting me up, ay
Ay, fuck your plug
No, we don’t want your drugs
Thanks for the love
But stop hitting me up, ay
Shinnin' hard,
Bless the squad, ha-la-loo-ya
On my job, what’s your future?
Hold on nigga, hold that thought
Now I gotta go and change up that plot
Should’ve fuckin' known when I hit this spot
Be the same conversation that we had last time
Like, she don’t really know me, know my last name
Attracted to the jewelry and champagne
Said she got her friends, she tryin' to campaign
you bitches get a damn thing
'Cause I don’t really care if your man is a Blood
You Instagram famous and don’t know real love
Try to be cool, but you fuckin' it up
I wasn’t gonna wait until after the club
Fuck your plug
No, we don’t want your drugs
Thanks for the love
But stop hitting me up, ay
Ay, fuck your plug
No, we don’t want your drugs
Thanks for the love
But stop hitting me up, ay
Ay, fuck your plug
No, we don’t want your drugs
Thanks for the love
But stop hitting me up, ay
Ay, fuck your plug
No, we don’t want your drugs
Thanks for the love
But stop hitting me up, ay