Released: December 25, 2020
Songwriter: DJ Drama Tyga
Producer: 808 Melo
[Intro: DJ Drama]
Aye, if we gon' talk big business
Let's at least do it with a view (Well done, Traphouse Mob)
Somewhere foreign with some foreigns (This is a Melo Beat)
Let's paint the picture
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ahh, foreigner, every whip I push make the doors go up (Yea)
Still young heartbreak, make her fall in love
Everything well done, still I warm it up (Yea)
Pop the ceil on the *beep* then I pour it (Yea)
Motherfuckers wanna sit, can't eat with us (Yea)
How she came in the *beep* then she leave with us (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Niggas ain't gang wanna bang with us
Too dangerous, I'm flaming up
Cars on the wall got it hanging up (Ahh!)
And my new bitch gotta chain it up (Yea)
Got big chains, I ain't change up (No)
No bankrupt, make the bank erupt
I make it rain, clean the rain up
Like quicksand, niggas' times up
Trying to step in my lane, it's closed up
I'm nice, I'm icy, ice
Rock-rockstar like Ozzy (Ayy)
Still gangland like Mozzi (Ayy)
And I push the Rolls, no Masi (Ayy, ayy)
She gon' eat the steak like papi (Woah)
I'm popping shit 'cause I'm cocky (Yea)
It's spicy like wasabi (Hot)
Tommy, mami (Ayy)
Ayy, ayy
Private location island (Island)
I'm smiling, she wilding (Wildin')
I'm hard as my diamonds (Diamonds)
I'm faded, vomit (Vomit)
Patek ain't for the timing (Nope)
Dior's on the Jordan (Yep)
Can't fuck with me like a Mormon (No)
I cut her off 'cause she boring
[Interlude: DJ Drama]
It's called Well Done for a reason (Well done)
Top chef, this season
This not new to us, we been here
Come on man
[Verse 2: Tyga & DJ Drama]
Ayy, ayy
Don't tease me, make it easy
Baby please me
Got alphabet bitches, A to Z (Ha)
No sex tape, it's a movie (Ha)
We shag now, feeling groovy (Yea)
That paper on me like loose leaf
And she slurp me like a smoothie
Yeah bitch I'm raw like sushi
I'm undisputed with new tings
Gangsta Grillz what the drama bring (Come alive)
That pussy clean like Summer's Eve
I'm the one, I got the New Year's Eve (Haha)
Bitch came and ain't never leave (Show one love)
In the hills like Beverly
Ocean view so heavenly (Yea, yea)
Got ivory and ebonize
Yee, yee
She styling, moving on the molly (Woah)
I'm laying in the tropics (Tropics)
Miami girl, she 'bout it ('Bout it)
Telling ass nigga (Nigga)
I don't see no problem (Problem)
Like a Blow Pop (Blow Pop)
She clean it like a mop (Ayy, Keep goin')
Ooh, you're so dangerous
Niggas ain't gang wanna bang with us
Money talks so don't talk to us
Contract I ball it up
Come back with a bigger number (Yea)
Don't act like I ain't big enough (Big enough)
Ass fat, gotta live it up (Live it up)
Baby don't spit it up, don't spit it up (Okay, Gangsta Grillz)
[Outro: DJ Drama & Tyga]
She got the fever now (Bih)
That always happens (Ahh!)
Especially after somewhere foreign
We like it
Drama, give me some other shit
Aye, if we gon' talk big business
Let's at least do it with a view (Well done, Traphouse Mob)
Somewhere foreign with some foreigns (This is a Melo Beat)
Let's paint the picture
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ahh, foreigner, every whip I push make the doors go up (Yea)
Still young heartbreak, make her fall in love
Everything well done, still I warm it up (Yea)
Pop the ceil on the *beep* then I pour it (Yea)
Motherfuckers wanna sit, can't eat with us (Yea)
How she came in the *beep* then she leave with us (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Niggas ain't gang wanna bang with us
Too dangerous, I'm flaming up
Cars on the wall got it hanging up (Ahh!)
And my new bitch gotta chain it up (Yea)
Got big chains, I ain't change up (No)
No bankrupt, make the bank erupt
I make it rain, clean the rain up
Like quicksand, niggas' times up
Trying to step in my lane, it's closed up
I'm nice, I'm icy, ice
Rock-rockstar like Ozzy (Ayy)
Still gangland like Mozzi (Ayy)
And I push the Rolls, no Masi (Ayy, ayy)
She gon' eat the steak like papi (Woah)
I'm popping shit 'cause I'm cocky (Yea)
It's spicy like wasabi (Hot)
Tommy, mami (Ayy)
Ayy, ayy
Private location island (Island)
I'm smiling, she wilding (Wildin')
I'm hard as my diamonds (Diamonds)
I'm faded, vomit (Vomit)
Patek ain't for the timing (Nope)
Dior's on the Jordan (Yep)
Can't fuck with me like a Mormon (No)
I cut her off 'cause she boring
[Interlude: DJ Drama]
It's called Well Done for a reason (Well done)
Top chef, this season
This not new to us, we been here
Come on man
[Verse 2: Tyga & DJ Drama]
Ayy, ayy
Don't tease me, make it easy
Baby please me
Got alphabet bitches, A to Z (Ha)
No sex tape, it's a movie (Ha)
We shag now, feeling groovy (Yea)
That paper on me like loose leaf
And she slurp me like a smoothie
Yeah bitch I'm raw like sushi
I'm undisputed with new tings
Gangsta Grillz what the drama bring (Come alive)
That pussy clean like Summer's Eve
I'm the one, I got the New Year's Eve (Haha)
Bitch came and ain't never leave (Show one love)
In the hills like Beverly
Ocean view so heavenly (Yea, yea)
Got ivory and ebonize
Yee, yee
She styling, moving on the molly (Woah)
I'm laying in the tropics (Tropics)
Miami girl, she 'bout it ('Bout it)
Telling ass nigga (Nigga)
I don't see no problem (Problem)
Like a Blow Pop (Blow Pop)
She clean it like a mop (Ayy, Keep goin')
Ooh, you're so dangerous
Niggas ain't gang wanna bang with us
Money talks so don't talk to us
Contract I ball it up
Come back with a bigger number (Yea)
Don't act like I ain't big enough (Big enough)
Ass fat, gotta live it up (Live it up)
Baby don't spit it up, don't spit it up (Okay, Gangsta Grillz)
[Outro: DJ Drama & Tyga]
She got the fever now (Bih)
That always happens (Ahh!)
Especially after somewhere foreign
We like it
Drama, give me some other shit