More songs by Ripp Flamez
Description
Producer, Composer Lyricist: Mitch Mula
Composer Lyricist: Ripp Flamez
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah, oh.
Ooh, yeah.
Uh, they gon' see the price and I took over my side, I ain't even try.
They can't sleep at night, at night.
Tryna hit my line, they can't even bother me.
Every day, pay, day, gotta pay this way.
Every way we makin' plays, it's a race. But we'll cut off your legs, runnin' with the wave.
They know that bag yeah. Wonder how we up.
I know they askin'. How they cop that Maserati truck? Bitch, I'm trappin'.
Between us.
I ain't braggin'. Nigga, we been workin', this ain't luck, fuck.
Yeah, nigga, we been workin', this ain't luck. They know that bag yeah.
Yeah, nigga, we been workin', this ain't luck. They know that bag. OG in my lungs.
It's dirty where I'm from, thirty and my girl.
It's blurry from the blunt.
Who gon' work for fun? Ooh, I need my fun. Fresh like I'm on stage.
Knowledge, just an ordinary day.
Watch my waves.
Action on designer, got the wave.
I just pray.
God told me it's money on the way.
And I trust.
Nigga, we been workin', this ain't luck, fuck.
Yeah, nigga, we been workin', this ain't luck. They know that bag yeah.
Yeah, nigga, we been workin', this ain't luck. They know that bag.
They know that bag yeah.
I know they askin'.
Bitch, I'm trappin'.
I ain't braggin'.
English translation
Yeah, oh.
Ooh, yeah.
Uh, they gon' see the price and I took over my side, I ain't even try.
They can't sleep at night, at night.
Tryna hit my line, they can't even bother me.
Every day, pay, day, gotta pay this way.
Every way we makin' plays, it's a race. But we'll cut off your legs, runnin' with the wave.
They know that bag yeah. Wonder how we up.
I know they askin'. How they cop that Maserati truck? Bitch, I'm trappin'.
Between us.
I ain't braggin'. Nigga, we been workin', this ain't luck, fuck.
Yeah, nigga, we been workin', this ain't luck. They know that bag yeah.
Yeah, nigga, we been workin', this ain't luck. They know that bag. OG in my lungs.
It's dirty where I'm from, thirty and my girl.
It's blurry from the blunt.
Who gon' work for fun? Ooh, I need my fun. Fresh like I'm on stage.
Knowledge, just an ordinary day.
Watch my waves.
Action on designer, got the wave.
I just pray.
God told me it's money on the way.
And I trust.
Nigga, we been workin', this ain't luck, fuck.
Yeah, nigga, we been workin', this ain't luck. They know that bag yeah.
Yeah, nigga, we been workin', this ain't luck. They know that bag.
They know that bag yeah.
I know they askin'.
Bitch, I'm trappin'.
I ain't braggin'.