International

Callin' me habibi when I'm flyin' into Cairo In the Czech Republic bitches yell "Ahoj krásko!" Call my Spanish chica Bonita she call me Guapo In America I got 'em hoppin' in the Tahoe Callin' me habibi when I'm flyin' into Cairo In the Czech Republic bitches yell "Ahoj krásko!" Call my Spanish chica Bonita she call me Guapo In America I got 'em hoppin' in the Tahoe (check it) International I'm all across the globe I can even change the language up just so you know Mi bonita querida conmigo cuando yo vivo en Mexico con Rico She know I could switch it up Evil Knievel Rompí su cuello si dice yo estoy feo But I'm an ugly motherfucker learn your Spanish primero Call me Pancho Head Honcho pasatiempo con Nacho And while they run from Aleppo they won't be Feelin' like Pablo/I got a Lot of shit on my mind I stay on my grind When I'm in Cairo got a bodyguard he holdin' a 9 A Mac 11 and 12 gauge to keep me alive Cuz if he ain't got a gun on him I ain't gonna survive I think it's time to go in so I'm writin' 'em rhymes And it's icy snowing little ho's be whiter than lines Got a flight to London man and I take off in a minute Hop right on the plane next thing you know I fucked the attendant (C'mon they) Callin' me habibi when I'm flyin' into Cairo In the Czech Republic bitches yell "Ahoj krásko!" Call my Spanish chica Bonita she call me Guapo In America I got 'em hoppin' in the Tahoe Callin' me habibi when I'm flyin' into Cairo In the Czech Republic bitches yell "Ahoj krásko!" Call my Spanish chica Bonita she call me Guapo In America I got 'em hoppin' in the Tahoe (yea) Peacin' outta Heathrow Egypt for the B-roll Can't go to Iran cuz Don is Lookin' thru the peephole And I got my own logo But still ain't seen a C-note I'm off to Bahia to hit the Cheeba wit Dhino And then I'll hit Paris to go and Mob wit Bonici I'm grinnin' for the 'flix wit all the Chicks that be cheesin' Yea it's seemin' they like the way I be leanin' I got more soul than De La Pass me that Funky Cold Medina (uh) I take it back to the Ridge I'm layin' in bed writin' 'em rhymes in the crib I tell a tale like a nursery book Cuz Mobb Deep had me shook Now I'm lookin' out for Halfway crooks (uh) I call the homie Jur Daddy Purp and we chillin' A clique like the Beasties I got a license for illin' Lungi dancing when I'm in Bombay I think I'll hit the volcano until it's ash like Pompeii Good day