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Origineel

[Intro] Tried to tell them niggas think outside the box If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you [Chorus] Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothin' about it You got that hate inside your soul, you can't do nothin' about it Got too many racks on me, can't fit in my wallet Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothin' about it You done sold your soul, you can't do nothin' about it [Verse 1] One for the money, yes Sir, two for the show A couple years ago, selling blow in Mexico Was a starter, something good Now I pull up in the 'Rari, I'm in my hood Yeah, just rollin' that dank up Niggas ain't never wanted no war with us Niggas ain't never did fly with us Bitch my clique notorious Bet you can't come close to this I sit in the back of the whip like this Got a bankroll like I'm still serving that fish scale I did a girl in private, she don't wanna hide it Before you tell your mamma, you need to run it by me I'm takin' this personal nigga like Monica I do what I want, I go fuck up some commas I keep a strap on me Osama, you know I came and conquered I put the hustle in front of me, you know a nigga a monster You know a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time And I'm in Chanel and Prada [Chorus] Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothin' about it You got that hate inside your soul, you can't do nothin' about it Got too many racks on me, can't fit in my wallet Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothin' about it You done sold your soul, you can't do nothin' about it [Verse 2] You in them cuts 'cause that's your hideaway You at your grandma house, you posted up You put that chopper on IG You ready to let it go to make 'em outta believers You hit your block an' get in it You hit that block an' get in it You used to glorify this life, nigga Yeah, them niggas took your life, nigga You see how niggas think about you? Now, you layin' on the pavement Nigga, bleedin' from your backside 'Boutta take a long vacation Pour out Hennessey for you Pour some Hennessey for you I know that's your favorite drink, nigga (I know that's your favorite drink) [Chorus] Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothin' about it You got that hate inside your soul, you can't do nothin' about it Got too many racks on me, can't fit in my wallet Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothin' about it You done sold your soul, you can't do nothin' about it

 

Vertaling

[Intro] Ik probeerde ze te vertellen dat ze buiten de doos moeten denken. Als de jonge Metro je niet vertrouwt, schiet ik je neer [refrein] Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet Ik heb te veel stijl bij me, kan niet neuken met een stylist Je hebt die haat in je ziel, je kan er niets aan doen Je hebt die haat in je ziel, je kunt er niets aan doen Got too many racks on me, can't fit in my wallet Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist Je hebt die haat in je ziel, je kan er niets aan doen Je hebt je ziel verkocht, je kunt er niets aan doen [Verse 1] Een voor het geld, ja meneer, twee voor de show Een paar jaar geleden, verkocht ik blow in Mexico Was een begin, iets goeds Now I pull up in the 'Rari, I'm in my hood Yeah, just rollin' that dank up Negers hebben nooit oorlog met ons gewild Niggas ain't never did fly with us Bitch, mijn kliek is berucht Wedden dat je niet in de buurt kan komen I sit in the back of the whip like this Got a bankroll like I'm still serving that fish scale Ik deed het met een meisje in privé, ze wil het niet verbergen Voordat je het je moeder vertelt, moet je het eerst met mij bespreken Ik neem dit persoonlijk op, nigga zoals Monica Ik doe wat ik wil, ik ga wat komma's verneuken Ik hou een riem om me Osama, je weet dat ik kwam en veroverde I put the hustle in front of me, you know a nigga a monster You know a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time And I'm in Chanel and Prada [Chorus] Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing' about it Je hebt die haat in je ziel, je kunt er niets aan doen Got too many racks on me, can't fit in my wallet Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist Je hebt die haat in je ziel, je kan er niets aan doen You done sold your soul, you can't do nothin' about it [Verse 2] You in them cuts 'cause that's your hideaway You at your grandma house, you posted up You put that chopper on IG You ready to let it go to make 'em outta believers You hit your block an' get in it Je raakt dat blok en gaat erin Vroeger verheerlijkte je dit leven, nigga Ja, die nikkers hebben je leven genomen, nikker. Zie je hoe negers over je denken? Nu lig je op de stoep. Neger, je bloedt uit je achterste 'Boutta take a long vacation Schenk wat Hennessey voor je in Schenk wat Hennessey voor je in Ik weet dat dat je favoriete drankje is, nigga (I know that's your favorite drink) [Chorus] Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing' about it Je hebt die haat in je ziel, je kunt er niets aan doen Got too many racks on me, can't fit in my wallet Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist Je hebt die haat in je ziel, je kan er niets aan doen You done sold your soul, you can't do nothin' about it