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Description
Composer Lyricist: Young Adz
Composer Lyricist: Dirtbike LB
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ayo Z, what you telling 'em?
Yeah. I just spent another milli' in the jeweller.
All these diamonds on me got me feeling cooler. Lit nigga don't rock Frank Muller.
This molly got me fucking on a cougar. There's probably a Q in the Hoover.
Rent a Viana and fill it with shooters. My brudda told me I got this. You focus on money, I'll go do the boots.
There shouldn't be too much to say. When we toured the UK wave.
I was like, "Damn, ayo paid," when I found out my neighbor was Dave.
I love my nigga to the grave, but he got some real weird ways.
Act we can come back from strange, but we can't come back from fate. So whatever you need, go take your break.
Told you, dying shooting, that's fate. Suicidal doors, force minds amaze.
Survive the trenches, scars and grazes. Roses for her, fuck the daisies. All the M's that I done made.
Can't get my brudda out the gray. Lake you on a boat right by the lake.
Jakes tryna find little brodie with a dre. Thinking in my head about the fucking DNA.
I need a lady and MDMA. Sign NDA, look like LMA.
They know we still do it even though it's bait. I take what you got 'cause I got what it takes.
Red Dot under the barrel, it's holding with tape.
We just counting so much money, on the floor we need a rake. I was pouring up to block the pain. I was popping pills to block the pain.
I was drinking 'gnac to stop the pain. Now it's 2024, I'm still in pain.
Nothing holding my door, block the rain. Shop 'til we drop and shop again. Choice is made,
Urus Wraith. Performante on the way. I'ma call this Performante pain.
Turn them diamonds right back to the jeweler.
Molly young bitch fuck like a cougar. She bad, I'm calling her moving. This Patek, I don't rock Frank Muller.
Born to win, I ain't never been a loser.
Life's a gamble, taking chances, betting it all right at the dealer. I came here, rip it out of plastic.
I was broke, made the stretch like elastic. Man, that bitch ain't bad, she a catfish.
Four-four-seven, call my accountant. All these racks, told my bricks, "Can't count it.
" Told my bitch at the jeweler she drowning. Going crazy, they say I need counseling.
I'm -balling, they chasing, not bouncing. -Couple cars, half an M in the Kami.
Count on niggas but I'm still with the army. Rich nigga writing raps in a 'Rari.
Tell me which one of you bitches are nasty. My collar all white, I'm feeling polite.
She think my type Emirati. Just act like you're blind if you're preeing my eyes.
You better not let my darg see.
Dirty dogs, they do the dirty job and we paying now. We hop on the jet to go Amsterdam, last year it was KLM.
You sat with the packs tryna do it by eye, why the fuck ain't you weighing now? The money come.
If you make the play, my nigga, just stay on them. Like Richie plain from the jeweler.
She can't suck dick, I'ma sue her. I got ice cream with Perc' on the plate.
I told my bitch come sooner. I told my lady don't worry 'bout size.
This shit longer than a ruler. Big sticks, put seven inside. I think we got an intruder.
I just spent another milli' in the jeweler. All these diamonds on me got me feeling cooler.
Lit nigga don't rock Frank Muller. This molly got me fucking on a cougar.
There's probably a Q in the Hoover. Rent a Viana and fill it with shooters.
My brudda told me I got this. You focus on money, I'll go do the boots.