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(chorus)
Foreign cars, drop six
Beni.....hana's chop....sticks
Shout to all my bad chicks
Tag tag tag, im it (im it) x3
Wholly....mollly, im rich
Tag tag tag im it
(verse 1:)
Tag im it you cant catch me na-na boo-boo
Now im eatin' benihana's use to eat oodles and noodles
Now i got your girl on oovoo talkin' like she never knew you
So dont be surprised if you see her she look at you like who you
Playin' tricks with the money, but i dont do no voodoo
Make em whine make em cry i can hear these rappers boo-hoo
Cause its a new sheriff in town
They know that im the boo boo
Im the ish but no wonder cause i got these rappers pissed
But the way that i be spittin' you woulda thought i had a lisp
Got a maid at the crib i dont ever wash a dish
Got a lake in the back yard i might catch a fish
And ima shooting star so go head and make a wish

(chorus)
Foreign cars, drop six
Beni.....hana's chop....sticks
Shout to all my bad chicks
Tag tag tag, im it (im it) x3
Wholly....mollly, im rich
Tag tag tag im it
(verse 2:)
I call my jeweler up and tell him anti-freeze my wrist
Then i speed through the light like the police dont exist
Horse power in the hood i tell that lambo to giddy up (scurr)
Then i hit the gas and throw my city up
Ridin' through the city like the city was the interstate
Man i just might hop out and park the whip on the interstate
Yea im crazy but thats why your girl wanna immigrate
Move in with me cause she know that im who to imitate
Pulled up to benihana's a hunned deep
Then i told the chef he betta cook the food infont of me
Ch-chop ch-chop ch-chop chopsticks
Dr-drop dr-drop dr-drop drop six
(chorus)
Foreign cars, drop six
Beni.....hana's chop....sticks
Shout to all my bad chicks
Tag tag tag, im it (im it) x3
Wholly....mollly, im rich
Tag tag tag im it
(verse3:)
Horse power in the hood i tell that lambo to giddy up
Giddy up giddy up g-giddy up
Then i hit the gas and throw my city up
City up city up c-city up
Suicide doors on the drop six
To make you look my way when i ride by
And i just might drop the top
To make the roof disappear like wala
And they better valet the whip
When i pull up in that parking lot
Im it im it im it
When it comes to that money i got a lot
(chorus)
Foreign cars, drop six
Beni.....hana's chop....sticks
Shout to all my bad chicks
Tag tag tag, im it (im it) x3
Wholly....mollly, im rich
Tag tag tag im it

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