Origineel
[Intro: Young Thug]
Gator bump, they ain’t swag, though
Backburner full of fine hoes
Swag journies to the condo
Couple milli’ off a ride, woah
That boy Cassius
N-N-Nonstop
[Chorus: Quavo]
Re-up on the bag (re-up), then I walk on the red carpet (hey)
Anything I see, I’m snatchin’ (woo)
I’m geeked, I see iCarly (geeked)
Upscale fashion (yeah), on the carpet more than Aladdin (yeah)
Park it at Magic (yeah)
Whippin’ up, whippin’ up magic (skrrt, skrrt)
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Two hoes, classy (two)
But they gon’ still get nasty (two)
Wrap it in plastic (hoo)
Jayhawks landing in Kansas (brr, brr)
This that Wraith talk (Wraith)
Mil talk, all in the safe talk (safe)
Ain’t worried ‘bout them nigga, introduce ‘em to K talk (K)
Go get the bag on a day off (racks)
Go get the rings out the playoffs (rings)
Pots in the beat, it’s a bake-off (packs)
Fuck on her, then she get laid off (smash)
Big boy tools, Maaco (big boy)
Make a bitch dance with a Draco (dance)
Walkin’ with the cheese, that queso (cheese)
That’s Huncho, fuck the Rodeo (Huncho)
Private jet, we don’t do layover (whew)
One call, I’m havin’ your bae over (brrt)
Walk out the spot with the makeover (woo)
Got her addicted to payola (addicted, hey)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Re-up on the bag (re-up), then I walk on the red carpet (hey)
Anything I see, I’m snatchin’ (woo)
I’m geeked, I see iCarly (geeked)
Upscale fashion (yeah), on the carpet more than Aladdin (yeah)
Park it at Magic (yeah)
Whippin’ up, whippin’ up magic (skrrt, skrrt)
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Yeah, Patek Philippe (yeah)
Different size diamonds and it’s neat (yeah, yeah)
Wipe a nigga nose (yeah)
50 bitches with me like Floyd (yeah, yeah)
If you come to my spot, you gon’ need a motor scooter to tour (yeah)
I’ma put my dick in every hoe (yeah), I’m just a freaky lil’ boy (yeah)
I’m takin’ real X, nigga (yeah)
I’m takin’ real X, nigga (yeah)
I was hittin’ it from the back and guess what? (what?)
I was grippin’ my Tec, nigga (yeah)
9th grade I was lit, nigga (yeah)
Had a closet full of minks, nigga (yeah)
Universal, hittin’ licks, nigga (yeah)
F&Ns when you rich, nigga
Yeah, I took all my old jewelry back and upgraded to baguettes
Yeah, I used to be broke, but I’m rich now, I know you heard that
Yeah (yeah), I used to watch my big homie, now I know the bird dance (brr)
Yeah, now that all my niggas free, tell me where the smoke at
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 3: Future]
More smoke than puff
Bitch thick like buff
An’ I’m straight out the slum with the yayo (strong)
Snap on this shit like I’m Fabo (skrrt)
We got squares and bales in Clayco
All my money and cars biracial
I can’t count up the stars, they head-top
Soon I sit in that foreign, my leg cop
I bought a straight [?] with the crack rock (ya)
Hit a lick then I wanna cop the Maybach (ya)
I [?] was a dope-boy (dope-boy)
Never save a hoe like a lifeguard
An’ I got the Molly by the Eightball (yeah)
I get the bag on a day-day
I fucked the bitch on the Adderall (Adderall)
I put her up in my catalog
Soon as I came on the car lot, started fishtailing (skrrt)
Yeah, shawty gon’ squirt it then spit it out back, Israeli
Yeah, shawty gon’ bus’ on the head first, no paramedics
Yeah, all I wanted, all I wanted was a hunnid mil
An’ I’m there already
[Verse 4: Young Thug]
Go get the bag on a day off (day off)
Make her suck dick ’til her face sore
I feel this aspirin like Rentanol
I got this shit out the bando (yeah)
I’m in the coupe with like nine hoes (nine hoes)
You better believe that they fine hoes (fine hoes)
I’m drippin’ sauce with my eyes closed
Turned to a horse, I was riding hoes
Gator bump, they ain’t swag, though
Backburner full of fine hoes
Swag journies to the condo
Couple milli’ off a ride, woah
Vertaling
[Intro: Young Thug]
Gator bump, they ain’t swag, though
Backburner full of fine hoes
Swag journies to the condo
Een paar miljoen van een rit, woah
That boy Cassius
N-N-Nonstop
[Refrein: Quavo]
Re-up on the bag (re-up), then I walk on the red carpet (hey)
Anything I see, I’m snatchin’ (woo)
I’m geeked, I see iCarly (geeked)
Upscale mode (yeah), op het tapijt meer dan Aladdin (yeah)
Park it at Magic (yeah)
Whippin’ up, whippin’ up magic (skrrt, skrrt)
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Two hoes, classy (two)
But they gon’ still get nasty (two)
Wrap it in plastic (hoo)
Jayhawks landing in Kansas (brr, brr)
Dit dat Wraith gepraat (Wraith)
Mil talk, all in the safe talk (veilig)
Ik maak me geen zorgen over hen nigga, stel ze voor aan K talk (K)
Go get the bag on a day off (racks)
Go get the rings out the playoffs (ringen)
Pots in the beat, it’s a bake-off (pakken)
Neuk op haar, dan wordt ze ontslagen (smash)
Big boy tools, Maaco (grote jongen)
Make a bitch dance with a Draco (dans)
Walkin’ with the cheese, that queso (kaas)
That’s Huncho, fuck the Rodeo (Huncho)
Private jet, we don’t do layover (whew)
Eén telefoontje, en ik laat je vriend langskomen (brrt)
Walk out the spot with the makeover (woo)
Got her addicted to payola (verslaafd, he)
[Refrein: Quavo]
Re-up on the bag (re-up), then I walk on the red carpet (hey)
Anything I see, I’m snatchin’ (woo)
I’m geeked, I see iCarly (geeked)
Upscale mode (yeah), op het tapijt meer dan Aladdin (yeah)
Park it at Magic (yeah)
Whippin’ up, whippin’ up magic (skrrt, skrrt)
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Yeah, Patek Philippe (yeah)
Different size diamonds and it’s neat (yeah, yeah)
Wipe a nigga nose (yeah)
50 bitches with me like Floyd (yeah, yeah)
If you come to my spot, you gon’ need a motor scooter to tour (yeah)
I’ma put my dick in every hoe (yeah), I’m just a freaky lil’ boy (yeah)
I’m takin’ real X, nigga (yeah)
I’m takin’ real X, nigga (yeah)
I was hittin’ it from the back and guess what? (wat?)
I was grippin’ my Tec, nigga (yeah)
9th grade I was lit, nigga (yeah)
Had een kast vol nertsen, nigga (yeah)
Universal, hittin’ licks, nigga (yeah)
F&Ns als je rijk bent, nigga
Ja, ik nam al mijn oude juwelen terug en upgradede naar baguettes
Ja, ik was ooit blut, maar nu ben ik rijk, ik weet dat je dat gehoord hebt
Ja, vroeger keek ik naar mijn grote homie, nu ken ik de vogeltjesdans.
Yeah, now that all my niggas free, tell me where the smoke at
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 3: Future]
More smoke than puff
Bitch thick like buff
An’ I’m straight out of the slum with the yayo (strong)
Snap on this shit like I’m Fabo (skrrt)
We got squares and bales in Clayco
Al mijn geld en auto’s biraciaal
I can’t count up the stars, they head-top
Soon I sit in that foreign, my leg cop
I bought a straight [?] with the crack rock (ya)
Hit a lick then I wanna cop the Maybach (ya)
Ik was een dope-boy (dope-boy)
Never save a hoer like a lifeguard
An’ I got the Molly by the Eightball (yeah)
I get the bag on a day-day
I fucked the bitch on the Adderall (Adderall)
I put her up in my catalog
Soon as I came on the car lot, started fishtailing (skrrt)
Yeah, shawty gon’ squirt it then spit it out back, Israeli
Ja, shawty gaat het eerst op zijn hoofd doen, geen paramedici
Ja, alles wat ik wilde, alles wat ik wilde was een honderd miljoen
An’ I’m there already
[Verse 4: Young Thug]
Go get the bag on a day off (day off)
Make her suck dick ’til her face sore
I feel this aspirin like Rentanol
I got this shit out the bando (yeah)
I’m in the coupe with like nine hoes (negen hoeren)
You better believe that they fine hoes (mooie hoeren)
I’m drippin’ sauce with my eyes closed
Turned to a horse, I was riding hoes
Gator bump, they ain’t swag, though
Backburner full of fine hoes
Swag journies to the condo
Couple milli’ off a ride, woah