Overseas Video (MV)

Saw young Gee chillin' overseas, hooked up and she from my dreams
Tryna make notes in a SUV

Overseas, that's USDs
Urban chick in a swerving strip
With a burning hip in a clean cut sleeve
She want my digits to make her day
I said alright, that's A-OK

So young G chillin' overseas
Hooked up and she from my dreams
Tryna make notes in a SUV

Overseas, that's USDs
Urban chick in a swerving strip
With a burning hip in a clean cut sleeve
She want my digits to make her day
I said alright, that's A-OK

Quick trip down to the strip
Got gold on me wrist
And gold on me neck full of hits

Backin' up a left foot
Get that lit then pass that
Round to the rest like this

Toasting a glass,
Rollin' a ton
I can never be broke
Got lots of the funds

Cash in the bank but sticks in the yard, make money when I speak
You lucky I don't charge

That's ten more songs
And two only voices
Keepin our lines in place till we hit it

Keepin our fame until we get old
It keeps us goin until we get bolder

My rhymes are comin like a myth
But I won't break down
Cause I know I got faith

My niggas be sayin
That you rap like a ten but
You think you're five,
Five, five, five

Saw young Gee chillin overseas
Hooked up and she from my dreams
Tryna make notes in a SUV

Overseas, that's USDs
Urban chick in a swerving strip
With a burning hip in a clean cut sleeve

She want my digits to make her day
I said alright, that's A-OK

So young Gee chillin overseas
Hooked up and she got my dreams
Tryna make notes in a SUV

Overseas, that's USDs
Urban chick in a swerving strip
With a burning hip in a clean cut sleeve

She want my digits to make her day
I said alright, that's A-OK

Five years old
My bro is a five
But he thinks his a ten
But your ten years old
And you think your a five

Five more days
We be goin for a trip in Dubai
And say goodbye to my haters
Haters do fall
And winners do win

Pass by my crib
But don't trespass
But I said pass by
And find some time to check up on your bae

Walk em down Jordan 4s on me feet
And we ridin out with the boys in the streets
Got the fit in black
Or maybe cactus jack
And with the AC blowin in the driver's seat

Wanna talk shit
Then talk to my hands and feet
Cause the face ain't listening

Cash in the bank
With chicks in the yard,
Pull up in the streets
For some graphs in the crowd

Saw young Gee chillin overseas
Hooked up and she from my dreams
Tryna make notes in the SUV
Overseas, that's USDs

Urban chick in a swerving strip
With a burning hip in a clean cut sleeve
She want my digits to make her day
I said alright, that's A-OK

Saw young Gee chillin overseas
Hooked up and she from my dreams
Tryna make notes in the SUV
Overseas, that's USDs

Urban chick in a swerving strip
With a burning hip in a clean cut sleeve
She want my digits to make her day
I said alright, that's A-OK