Foreign Dreams - The Game, Dreday3000

I pull up like a Don, ain’t shit you can tell me

I’m smoking loud, you can smell me

Hundred racks in my Balmain jeans

Pussy never phase me

My lola-loca, she a kariola

Moving out of order as I paddle-shift the border

L.E.D on my career, I’m the hybrid of the year

Killer rapper bout to blow up with a suicide beard

We letting off gunshots in the air (brap brap)

That’s how we show that we love and really care (brap brap)

Sim Simma, my keys in the beamer

Supply of fun and fame, I’m a white Mogart dealer

I bring that pump action, throwback pump Reebok flow

Pull up the track like the po-po pull up my boat

I’m telling capo I Fidel Castro that dough

Importing bad bitches only with the fat culo

Sim Simma

Sim Simma, who got the keys to my beamer

I pull up like a Don, ain’t shit you can tell me

I’m smoking loud, you can smell me

Hundred racks in my Balmain jeans

Pussy never phase me

That hoe she gotta an attidude

So tell me what that pussy do

She say she got an appetite

Well she gon get this dick tonight

You gotta get a brick, chop that muthafucka down

You gotta buy a gun, make sure it’s a 4-pound

Get a clique, tell em meet you downtown

Swimming through my paper, fuck nigga gon' drown

Boss nigga, boss nigga!

bout the $krilla

Natural born killer, used to be a gorilla

Now I’m in Manilla, chopper size of Godzilla

Zipping bodies up, Michael Jackson in Thriller

Make way for the shooters, Klay Thompson and Steph Curry

Nah, I mean that old school reggie Miller

Look around partner, ain’t nobody realer

My niggas got my back like chinchillas

Sim Simma

Sim Simma, who got the keys to my beamer

I pull up like a Don, ain’t shit you can tell me

I’m smoking loud, you can smell me

Hundred racks in my Balmain jeans

Pussy never phase me

That hoe she gotta an attidude

So tell me what that pussy do

She say she got an appetite

Well she gon get this dick tonight

Sim Simma x3

Sim Simma, who got the keys to my beamer