Origineel
[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Ooh, yeah
MONY POWR RSPT, nigga
It’s a money set, you know what I’m saying?
Everybody getting money, nigga
Yeah, Pablo Juan
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ‘cause we don’t love ‘em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that
[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Car got gadgets, my bitches got asses
Expensive glasses like I’m teaching class
Too fresh to take out the trash
Fresh to death, where is my casket?
I always stay with assassins
I’m always laced with the fashion
Teacher gave me an F, that’s fantastic
VS diamonds on me, look how they flashing
Rocking Saint Laurent, I guess I be dabbing
I got the Louis V, Supreme collabing
Bought a mansion way away like a cabin
Taking all my swag, I feel like your daddy
You a beggar, I’m a hustler
I’m the dealer, you the customer
Catch up, little nigga, I’m mustard
Smoking the Backwoods, they coming from Russia
I ain’t never really trust you
Knew I should’ve never trust you
You ain’t real, you a buster
These niggas was always sus
These niggas start snitching for nothing
These niggas wanna live by the gun
Guess what, you gon’ get what you want
El Patrón, nigga, I want a ton
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ‘cause we don’t love ‘em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
If I come ride it’s tinted
Don’t test the water chilly
My pinky a quarter ticket
Had to grind smart to get it
Limited ‘sclusive edition
They waitin’ in line to get it
Danny your time, I did it
I didn’t get a dime, a visit
I been had the sauce, I’m drippin’
‘Fore I had a pot to piss in
My car just lost the ceiling
My girl just lost her feeling
Gucci getting richer than richy
Bitches say Gucci saddity
She just did her ass and her titties
Well skeet on her face ‘cause she pretty
I tell her, go’n, like the road runner
Might stash your phone number
Ho get the wrong number
I’m stacking all winter
I’m stuntin’ all summer
And I need a grown woman
‘Cause I got grown money, Wop
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ‘cause we don’t love ‘em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that
Vertaling
[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Ooh, yeah
MONY POWR RSPT, nigga
It’s a money set, you know what I’m saying?
Everybody getting money, nigga
Yeah, Pablo Juan
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Het geld gaat waar ik ga
Roken op gelato
Buitenlandse auto slingert, kuil
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
Ik heb haar van mijn neef
So what? ‘cause we don’t love ‘em
Fuck dat, ik wil van achteren slaan
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Vier deur coupe, het heeft een luik
On the Xans, I might crash that
[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Car got gadgets, my bitches got asses
Dure brillen alsof ik les geef
Too fresh to take out the trash
Vers tot de dood, waar is mijn kist?
Ik blijf altijd bij moordenaars
Ik ben altijd in de mode
De leraar gaf me een onvoldoende, dat is fantastisch
VS diamonds on me, look how they flashing
Rocking Saint Laurent, I guess I be dabbing
I got the Louis V, Supreme collabing
Kocht een herenhuis ver weg als een hut
Neemt al mijn swag, Ik voel me als je vader
You a beggar, I’m a hustler
Ik ben de dealer, jij de klant
Catch up, little nigga, I’m mostard
Smoking the Backwoods, they coming from Russia
I ain’t never really trust you
Ik wist dat ik je nooit had moeten vertrouwen
Je bent niet echt, je bent een oplichter
These niggas was always sus
Deze nikkers verraden je voor niets
Deze nikkers willen leven bij het pistool
Raad eens, je krijgt wat je wilt.
El Patrón, nigga, ik wil een ton
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Het geld gaat waar ik ga
Roken op gelato
Buitenlandse auto slingert, kuil
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
Ik heb haar van mijn neef
So what? ‘cause we don’t love ‘em
Fuck dat, ik wil van achteren slaan
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Vier deur coupe, het heeft een luik
On the Xans, I might crash that
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
If I come ride it’s tinted
Don’t test the water chilly
My pinky a quarter ticket
Had to grind smart to get it
Limited ‘sclusive edition
Ze wachten in de rij om het te krijgen
Danny je tijd, ik deed het
Ik kreeg geen dubbeltje, geen bezoek
Ik heb de saus gehad, ik ben aan het druipen
‘Before I had a pot to piss in
My car just lost the ceiling
My girl just lost her feeling
Gucci wordt rijker dan rijk
Bitches zeggen Gucci saddity
Ze heeft net haar kont en tieten gedaan.
Nou skeet op haar gezicht ‘omdat ze mooi is
Ik zeg haar, ga, zoals de wegrenner
Might stash your phone number
Ho get the wrong number
I’m stacking all winter
I’m stuntin’ all summer
And I need a grown woman
‘Cause I got grown money, Wop
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Roken op gelato
Buitenlandse auto slingert, kuil
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
Ik heb haar van mijn neef
So what? ‘cause we don’t love ‘em
Fuck dat, ik wil van achteren slaan
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Vier deur coupe, het heeft een luik
On the Xans, I might crash that