 808 rollin', pockets bulgin', arms wide open Seekin' it, hold em, keep it in motion Love to my closest ones who love me at my lowest, gangsta-ish In my tank, dead, runnin' it back Really, this shit is a marathon, but we ain't runnin' no track Yeah, yeah, yeah, I've been avoidin' the noise Hoppin' the toys, movin' boys, nothin' is forced Mixin' the formula, weddin' in Florida, we ain't domestic And we be foreign up, and we be foreign up