More songs by Yeat
Description
Producer, Programmer: BNYX®
Producer, Programmer: Sapjer
Producer, Programmer: Elkan
Programmer, Producer: LUCID
Rapvocalist: Yeat
Composer Lyricist, Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Noah Smith
Mastering Engineer: Patrick ‘MixedByTheBest’ Rosario
Composer Lyricist: Benjamin Saint Fort
Composer Lyricist: Jasper Levering
Composer Lyricist: Paul Omar Elkan Agyei
Composer Lyricist: Lucien Dunne
Lyrics and translation
Original
Put that shit on God.
Put that shit on God.
Would you put it on God?
Would you swear to the Lord?
Put that shit -on God. -Hold up, bitch. Damn, hold up, bitch.
Yeah, hold up. Walk around the city, I carry a blick.
-Hold up, bitch.
-Walk around the city, I step on a bitch, -yeah, I'm leaving the shit. -Hold up, bitch, hold up.
-Look at his wrist and we empty the clip. -Hold up, bitch.
All on my dog, my twins, and my squeak and my kids.
-Hold up, bitch.
-Walk around this bitch and I notice the -bitch out here looking familiar. -Hold up.
Hold up. Boot up lil' bitch in the sky, they call me Emilia.
-Hold up, bitch.
-Swervin' and dab in a three hundred thousand dollar car, a nigga could feel ya.
-Never could feel ya. -How much money could I make in a week?
-Yeah, a million. -Hold up, bitch.
How much money could I make in my sleep? Yeah, a billion.
-A billion.
-If you feel me, you gon' get my money, lil' bitch, you gon' come back to Grambling.
-To Grambling.
-I'm finna make all these perks, nigga, -bitch, yeah, the Thirtieth Amendment. -Yeah, yeah.
The Thirtieth Amendment.
Walk around the bitch with my money, so tell your money, so tell your money so many. All of this shit that I'm doing, you never could know.
No, you wouldn't understand it.
Every song that I be making a motherfucker hard, yeah, it's harder than granite. All it gon' take is a bullet, you die.
-Hold up. -No second fuckin' chances.
Leave off the motherfucking Earth, leave off the Earth, yeah, I'm leaving the planet.
Swervin' and dab in the whip, yeah, I ran off the curb, ran off the curb with the Fendi.
No, you can't get over there, you can't get over her.
No, you can't keep with the pending.
I went and got me ten millions in a month, lil' bitch, I just made this shit happen.
-Damn, hold up, bitch. -Yeah, hold up.
Walk around the city, I -carry a blick. -Hold up, bitch.
Walk around the city, I step on a bitch, yeah, I'm leaving the shit.
Hold up, bitch, -hold up. -Look at his wrist and we empty the clip.
Hold up, bitch.
All on my dog, my twins, and my squeak and my kids.
-Hold up, bitch.
-Walk around this bitch and I notice the -bitch out here looking familiar. -Hold up.
Hold up. Boot up lil' bitch in the sky, they call me Emilia.
-Hold up, bitch.
-Swervin' and dab in a three hundred thousand dollar car, a nigga could feel ya.
Never could feel ya.
Hold up, bitch.
A billion.
Go back to Grambling, to Grambling.
Yeah, yeah.
Hold up, yeah, hold up, yeah, hold up.
English translation
Put that shit on God.
Put that shit on God.
Would you put it on God?
Would you swear to the Lord?
Put that shit -on God. -Hold up, bitch. Damn, hold up, bitch.
Yeah, hold up. Walk around the city, I carry a blick.
-Hold up, bitch.
-Walk around the city, I step on a bitch, -yeah, I'm leaving the shit. -Hold up, bitch, hold up.
-Look at his wrist and we empty the clip. -Hold up, bitch.
All on my dog, my twins, and my squeak and my kids.
-Hold up, bitch.
-Walk around this bitch and I notice the -bitch out here looking familiar. -Hold up.
Hold up. Boot up lil' bitch in the sky, they call me Emilia.
-Hold up, bitch.
-Swervin' and dab in a three hundred thousand dollar car, a nigga could feel ya.
-Never could feel ya. -How much money could I make in a week?
-Yeah, a million. -Hold up, bitch.
How much money could I make in my sleep? Yeah, a billion.
-A billion.
-If you feel me, you gon' get my money, lil' bitch, you gon' come back to Grambling.
-To Grambling.
-I'm finna make all these perks, nigga, -bitch, yeah, the Thirtieth Amendment. -Yeah, yeah.
The Thirtieth Amendment.
Walk around the bitch with my money, so tell your money, so tell your money so many. All of this shit that I'm doing, you never could know.
No, you wouldn't understand it.
Every song that I be making a motherfucker hard, yeah, it's harder than granite. All it gon' take is a bullet, you die.
-Hold up. -No second fuckin' chances.
Leave off the motherfucking Earth, leave off the Earth, yeah, I'm leaving the planet.
Swervin' and dab in the whip, yeah, I ran off the curb, ran off the curb with the Fendi.
No, you can't get over there, you can't get over her.
No, you can't keep with the pending.
I went and got me ten millions in a month, lil' bitch, I just made this shit happen.
-Damn, hold up, bitch. -Yeah, hold up.
Walk around the city, I -carry a blick. -Hold up, bitch.
Walk around the city, I step on a bitch, yeah, I'm leaving the shit.
Hold up, bitch, -hold up. -Look at his wrist and we empty the clip.
Hold up, bitch.
All on my dog, my twins, and my squeak and my kids.
-Hold up, bitch.
-Walk around this bitch and I notice the -bitch out here looking familiar. -Hold up.
Hold up. Boot up lil' bitch in the sky, they call me Emilia.
-Hold up, bitch.
-Swervin' and dab in a three hundred thousand dollar car, a nigga could feel ya.
Never could feel ya.
Hold up, bitch.
A billion.
Go back to Grambling, to Grambling.
Yeah, yeah.
Hold up, yeah, hold up, yeah, hold up.