Lyrics:. You can't catch me boy. I am overseas at about a hundred Gs for sure. Don't test me boy (don't test me boy) 'cause I rap with the best. Fo' sho three oh five to the death of me. Cremate my body let the ocean have what's left of me. But for now forget about that. Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee. You put it down like New York City. I never sleep wild like Los Angeles. My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat. Oh oh oh oh it's international love. Oh oh oh oh it's international love.