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Description
The strong smell of money mixed with fatigue and street philosophy. Here you can find a shiny Porsche in the parking lot, French rosé on the table, and LLCs for every little thing - from cars to dreams. But behind all this ostentatious success lies a much more important mantra: “Feed your family, keep your back straight, teach your son to be a king.” The balance between luxury and responsibility is like the balance between a sauna and the cold air outside: not a drop of sweat, even if a storm is raging inside.
Producer: The Alchemist
Composer: The Alchemist
Lyricist: Larry Eugene Hendrix
Lyricist: Tawheed Epps
Lyricist: Alan Daniel Maman
Lyrics and translation
Original
So much motherfuckin' money to get
I'ma be on none of that motherfuckin' square shit, nigga
Straight to this motherfuckin' bag
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
This the flow they been waitin' on
Tighter than a thong, you're assed out
Had bags of gas in the traphouse
Black couch with the TV on, mama passed out
Nigga waste lean on the pool table and crapped out
Vampire, guess I'm narcoleptic, make 'em campfire
Got a pretty girl playin' and a pretty girl on standby
Know I ball hard like the starting five from Fab Five
Riverdale Road, I sold blow, landmine
Me and my wife, we sip wine somewhere you can't find
Turn your locations off and don't post the background
To me, a gangster is someone that take care of they child
I got mouths to feed, I'm the man of the house
Man, have you ever been depressed and still cracked a smile? (Mm)
Like somebody fuck with me, man, I'm goin' viral (ah)
I smell like Porsche and Benihanas
I never let 'em see me sweat, even in a sauna (even in a sauna)
I got my car in an LLC (yeah)
I got my pistol in my wifey's name
I got more blues than B.B. King
I told my son, "You gon' be a king"
"Put your mind to it, you can do anything"
I got my car in an LLC
I got my pistol in my wifey's name
I got more blues than B.B. King
I told my son, "You gon' be a king"
"Put your mind to it, you can do anything" (ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Crash tac' on me 'case they intervene (shit)
Playin' tennis with my neighbor (man)
Talkin' 'bout infrastructure, might need a bigger team (uh, man)
Bitch, I got a loft just to watch TV (damn)
And my spare dimes watchin' MTV, thinkin' 'bout a bigger crib (ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
French rosé, what I sip as I load the SIG (damn)
I don't think I'm better than you, ho, it is what it is (uh)
You niggas be timid with these hoes, I go hard on 'em (hard on 'em)
If you not really my bitch, I ain't coppin' shit
A nighttime walk in the city with my low-key (numbers)
A French bulldog, Bottega just to hold the heat (uh)
I ain't got a bitch and a bitch ain't got me (nah)
You call the bitch phone back to back, boy, that's not P (hahaha)
Every single one of my properties in an LLC (numbers)
Every single one of my broads just wanna stay with me (for real)
60-ball just for the pavers and the parking spot (uh, ay, ay, ay)
You niggas not really gettin' money, y'all just talk a lot (shit, damn)
I got my car in an LLC (uh, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
I got my pistol in my wifey's name (man)
I got more blues than B.B. King (man)
I told my son, "You gon' be a king" (uh)
"Put your mind to it, you can do anything" (damn, good job)
I got my car in an LLC (numbers)
I got my pistol in my wifey's name (good job)
I got more blues than B.B. King (ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
I told my son, "You gon' be a king" (man)
"Put your mind to it, you can do anything" (uh, sock it to me)
That's a very good idea, that's a very good idea
Bad life choices, son, bad life choices
Whoa
Well, what choice is there, Wally?
None of that was my choice
It's your choice, it is all your choice