More songs by Billard
Description
Contributor: Billard
Composer: Billard
Lyrics and translation
Original
We 'bout to chunk on this bitch right. We 'bout to go off, right.
It's a whole new day, man. It's a whole new day in this motherfucker. Amen.
God bless America, my nigga. God bless America.
Ooh.
God bless America.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Since I'm the man, watch how these niggas approach us.
You hot as me, what these niggas been smokin'? Niggas tellin', I promise niggas is foldin'.
Amen, so keep your eyes open. These boys thuggin' to get a little promotion.
Snakes in the grass, so we don't fuck with the roaches.
Bitch, I'm in the drop with the top popped and we coastin'. I'm feelin' like Drizzy, these bitches know that I own it.
Bitch, I'm in the lab at six o'clock in the mornin'.
Girl, I'm up early, my mama know that I want it. The game on lock and I got what the people wantin'.
The streets feelin' me, they can tell that your boy hungry.
Okay, money on my mind every day of the week.
Don't talk unless I tell you to speak. Don't teach unless I tell you to preach.
Bow down, ho, make 'em kiss the ring.
Listen, mama told me that these niggas turn fake. Preezy told me let a broke nigga hate.
I'm everything I am and, bitch, I'm everything you ain't. Machine gun spittin', got Casa with the K.
Can't wait to see a hundred million dollars in my bank.
Fly a private jet so your boy never late. Listen, I could give a damn what my old friends say.
If a nigga talk down, left a smile on his face. I was in the trap workin' hard all day.
Hoes never flock, now they runnin' my way. I'm still the same nigga that was in the hallway.
Rap niggas jealous, so these niggas in my way.
Sixteen bars'll lay you down in the grave. My homies livin' good, we eatin' good every day.
I ain't worried 'bout nothin', I'm in the streets every day.
I ain't worried 'bout nothin', I'm in the streets every day. Yep, yep.
English translation
We 'bout to chunk on this bitch right. We 'bout to go off, right.
It's a whole new day, man. It's a whole new day in this motherfucker. Amen.
God bless America, my nigga. God bless America.
Ooh.
God bless America.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Since I'm the man, watch how these niggas approach us.
You hot as me, what these niggas been smokin'? Niggas tellin', I promise niggas is foldin'.
Amen, so keep your eyes open. These boys thuggin' to get a little promotion.
Snakes in the grass, so we don't fuck with the roaches.
Bitch, I'm in the drop with the top popped and we coastin'. I'm feelin' like Drizzy, these bitches know that I own it.
Bitch, I'm in the lab at six o'clock in the mornin'.
Girl, I'm up early, my mama know that I want it. The game on lock and I got what the people wantin'.
The streets feelin' me, they can tell that your boy hungry.
Okay, money on my mind every day of the week.
Don't talk unless I tell you to speak. Don't teach unless I tell you to preach.
Bow down, ho, make 'em kiss the ring.
Listen, mama told me that these niggas turn fake. Preezy told me let a broke nigga hate.
I'm everything I am and, bitch, I'm everything you ain't. Machine gun spittin', got Casa with the K.
Can't wait to see a hundred million dollars in my bank.
Fly a private jet so your boy never late. Listen, I could give a damn what my old friends say.
If a nigga talk down, left a smile on his face. I was in the trap workin' hard all day.
Hoes never flock, now they runnin' my way. I'm still the same nigga that was in the hallway.
Rap niggas jealous, so these niggas in my way.
Sixteen bars'll lay you down in the grave. My homies livin' good, we eatin' good every day.
I ain't worried 'bout nothin', I'm in the streets every day.
I ain't worried 'bout nothin', I'm in the streets every day. Yep, yep.