More songs by JAY1
Description
Money here is not paper, but almost an element - it rustles, piles up, falls from hands like leaves at the beginning of autumn. The whole track revolves around this feeling - when your pockets are full, your phone is buzzing with attention, and there is always someone around who is “your best friend today” because there is noise and glamour nearby.
The words fly fast, sometimes breaking off, but keeping to the rhythm, as if it were a half-voiced conversation, only seasoned with boastful laughter. At the center is the eternal club story: girls, bands, cash, the promise of a night with no tomorrow. The irony is that all of this is equally significant and equally empty, but this is precisely where the track's energy comes from - with a mischievous grin and a spark that cannot be confused with anything else.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Look, look, look.
They know that I'm getting them bands. I'm in Upsah chilling with gang.
I got fifties, look at my hands. Touch bro, then we're doing up, bang, bang.
I got twenty-one cats in the penthouse, stack on the floor, trying to make it stand.
I've got Tiffany, Kate and Lisa all on me 'cause I'm making bands, bands, bands, bands. Bands, bands, bands, bands.
Bands, bands, bands, bands. I got Tiffany, Kate and Lisa all on me 'cause I'm making. . .
J1 drip too hard. They know that I'm coming in lit.
If you're doing too much and begging the bread, then I'll probably take your bitch. Take that.
Spotted you once in town, now you think we're cool, but I promise it ain't that.
Ten ten for the boy was bought, 'cause I counted fifty, stacking it.
I was out there trying to stack my bread while she was in the crib with your beanie, beefing.
Bro got white like Jennifer Aniston, but the brown stuff come dark like Cleveland.
Who's that with the big back all peaking? Two shots and a one spliff, I'm beating.
If she ain't on top and it's BBC, then I promise to God I'm leaving. Now you're telling me stay.
I've known you for twenty-five minutes, why you all on my dick, girl, calling me bae? I got a big stack in my bag. When I zip that down, I'm a make it rain.
J1 have never been too flashy. Trackie and Forces, doing it plain.
I'm lit round here, best stay in your lane. They know that I'm getting them bands.
I'm in Upsah chilling with gang. I got fifties, look at my hands.
Touch bro, then we're doing up, bang, bang.
I got twenty-one cats in the penthouse, stack on the floor, trying to make it stand.
I've got Tiffany, Kate and Lisa all on me 'cause I'm making bands, bands, bands, bands. Bands, bands, bands, bands. Bands, bands, bands, bands.
I've got Tiffany, Kate and Lisa all on me 'cause I'm making-