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Released on: 2011-01-01
Lyrics and translation
Original
Drop that.
Uh, uh, huh.
-You ain't gon' believe this shit. -Damn.
-Santana, what's up? -Slatt, gang.
Fuck it up, Shawty. Let's go.
-Half a million all in the bag. -We're the Money Machine.
If this was Philly, they would say I'm fucking bad.
Meek, what up?
-Quarter milly with the paper tag. -Grrah.
And I keep that nine milli playing laser tag.
-Pow. -Condo in Miami, that's my favorite pad.
-Callin'. -Watchin' Rondo vs.
Miami, heat is made to pass.
-Woo. -Got a coupe and when we racin' past.
Vroom.
-Body's stupid with a crazy ass. -Hey, baby.
High heels, red bottoms. And I mix my niggas up for real, the feds got 'em.
-Plus, plus.
-He do one-thirty, pray for sixty-five -percent. -Got you, nigga.
And the car dirty, bitch, you know I'm ridin' Benz.
-Vroom. -King Pin.
-Ayy. -A48.
-Woo. -Lights, camera, action.
-Facts. -Verse forty-eight.
-Fly bitches. -Ayy.
Meet me at the bar. And when they catch us, we gon' get the biggest charge.
-Woo. -King Pin.
Ayy.
A48, sex, money, murder.
Verse forty-eight.
-Live niggas. -Ayy.
-Buy the biggest cars. -Facts.
And when they catch us, we gon' get the biggest charge.
Uh, -still slangin' cocaine, boy. -Boy.
-Still gangbangin' with my gang boys. -Brr.
Swagged up, still rockin' big chains, boy.
Yep.
Who wanna hear that chopper make noise? I'm smokin' dope.
-Dope. -Straight out a gas mask.
-Uh-huh. -It's Big B's, 9 Trey, Billy Badazz.
-Facts. -I'm sellin' coke. What's the quote?
I -match that. -What?
-Matter fact, I got it for half that. -Oh.
-How many mugshots they gon' take of me? -How many?
Before they understand they ain't gon' pin the case on me?
Uh-uh.
Kush stay rolled up, pocket full of fast money, shirt say Slow Bar.
Woo.
-King Pin. -Ayy.
-A48. -Woo.
-Lights, camera, action. -Facts.
Verse forty-eight.
-Fly bitches. -Ayy.
Meet me at the bar.
And when they catch us, we gon' get the biggest charge.
-Woo. -King Pin.
-Ayy. -A48, sex, money, murder.
Verse forty-eight.
-Live niggas. -Ayy.
-Buy the biggest cars. -Facts.
And when they catch us, we gon' get the biggest charge.
I pulled up, hopped out, threw the deuces.
Look back, smilin' at these haters blowin' kush. I got muscle in my hood, call me
Flocka Bush. Get your head knocked off for a couple bands.
She ain't hit the fan, my youngins let them guns blam.
Told them keep shootin', don't stop unless your gun jam. We got automatic big guns like Call of Duty.
Keep it G, push the turf, that's my call of duty.
Fly young nigga, rob you in some Louis.
Ran up on my bust, got burned, now he tryna sue me. Bring my brother Gucci and my nigga Boosie.
I swear to God, my life -is like a fuckin' movie. -Fuck 'em. King Pin.
-Ayy. -A48.
-Woo. -Lights, camera, action.
-Facts. -Verse forty-eight.
-Fly bitches. -Ayy.
Meet me at the bar.
And when they catch us, we gon' get the biggest charge.
-Woo. -King Pin.
-Ayy. -A48, sex, money, murder.
Verse forty-eight.
-Live niggas. -Ayy.
-Buy the biggest cars. -Facts.
And when they catch us, we gon' get the biggest charge.