International Video (MV)

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 motherf*cker 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 f*cked 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