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Description
Producer: 43.Elijah
Composer: 43.Elijah
Lyricist: Da'mario Donshay Horne-McCullough
Lyrics and translation
Original
Alicia.
Yeah.
-Yeah. -On fire. We got grease.
Give me two weeks, I can run a M up. Give me three weeks, I can run another M up.
That's five weeks, that's two M's.
Twenty shots chased a nigga down, they had two tens.
I'm with Phil, I can go digital and spend two M's. I ran it repeat and bought some
Rick pants. KB on the corner side, that's my big man. He playin' big man.
He sittin' on the bench, he the sixth man.
I came straight home from prison, bought a big crib.
I wonder how her head feel 'cause her lips big.
Got a flat ass, but her hips big.
This bitch dramatic, she start trippin' when I put the tip in. Before I let the switch off, I put the clip in.
Biggie ring cost ninety grand, call me Big Ben. Earring six carats, that's two-hundred grand. The
Escalade V was two-hundred grand.
The Lamb' truck I bought was two-hundred grand.
Add that shit up, I'm ten hundred tens.
That's a million cash. They ran up on the crack and they did him bad.
I took a fuckin' bar and couldn't remember math. Ran and paid too much money for a pint of
Act'.
Swear to God. But my drank man so real, he'll buy it back.
Made my first hundred racks, I ain't know how to act. Who got some blue M boxes? I need a ninety pack.
I need a whole script. I got a lot of money on me, why my clothes big?
You niggas fuckin' dig. They hit him with an OK, man, that ho big. I know a nigga wanna smoke
Reefer, what lil' bro did.
Tell them niggas, "Let's go to war. "
You gotta have money just to fund a war.
I miss my cousin, but I miss my brother more.
Crib so big, it got a hundred doors.
Dealer got a nosebleed, I'm up a hundred floors. I got a bad bitch at home, but I be fuckin' more.
Got fresh as hell yesterday, look what I fuckin' wore.
I wanna wear this shit twice, but I want no more.
I drunk some pie once, I don't want no more.
I hear a little echo, J close the door. I was tryna bust a four-five, got my shoulder sore.
I wouldn't let her suck my dick, she got a cold sore. Like what you like, the money or the pussy more?
I ain't gon' lie, bro, I like pros more. I'm talkin' all profit.
They thought I ain't have no dog shit on me 'cause my pants had small pockets.
Nah, I got a fuckin' book bag on me. I got a duffle bag with ten leather patches on it. This chrome hurt,
I'm a long shirt. And I could still show you ten M's, aha.
I could still show you ten M's when my phone charged, my shit still dead.
They shot the nigga five years ago and he still dead. I got some old high tech, it's brown, but it's still red
English translation
Alicia.
Yeah.
-Yeah. -On fire. We got grease.
Give me two weeks, I can run a M up. Give me three weeks, I can run another M up.
That's five weeks, that's two M's.
Twenty shots chased a nigga down, they had two tens.
I'm with Phil, I can go digital and spend two M's. I ran it repeat and bought some
Rick pants. KB on the corner side, that's my big man. He playin' big man.
He sittin' on the bench, he the sixth man.
I came straight home from prison, bought a big crib.
I wonder how her head feel 'cause her lips big.
Got a flat ass, but her hips big.
This bitch dramatic, she start trippin' when I put the tip in. Before I let the switch off, I put the clip in.
Biggie ring cost ninety grand, call me Big Ben. Earring six carats, that's two-hundred grand. The
Escalade V was two-hundred grand.
The Lamb' truck I bought was two-hundred grand.
Add that shit up, I'm ten hundred tens.
That's a million cash. They ran up on the crack and they did him bad.
I took a fuckin' bar and couldn't remember math. Ran and paid too much money for a pint of
Act'.
Swear to God. But my drank man so real, he'll buy it back.
Made my first hundred racks, I ain't know how to act. Who got some blue M boxes? I need a ninety pack.
I need a whole script. I got a lot of money on me, why my clothes big?
You niggas fuckin' dig. They hit him with an OK, man, that ho big. I know a nigga wanna smoke
Reefer, what lil' bro did.
Tell them niggas, "Let's go to war. "
You gotta have money just to fund a war.
I miss my cousin, but I miss my brother more.
Crib so big, it got a hundred doors.
Dealer got a nosebleed, I'm up a hundred floors. I got a bad bitch at home, but I be fuckin' more.
Got fresh as hell yesterday, look what I fuckin' wore.
I wanna wear this shit twice, but I want no more.
I drunk some pie once, I don't want no more.
I hear a little echo, J close the door. I was tryna bust a four-five, got my shoulder sore.
I wouldn't let her suck my dick, she got a cold sore. Like what you like, the money or the pussy more?
I ain't gon' lie, bro, I like pros more. I'm talkin' all profit.
They thought I ain't have no dog shit on me 'cause my pants had small pockets.
Nah, I got a fuckin' book bag on me. I got a duffle bag with ten leather patches on it. This chrome hurt,
I'm a long shirt. And I could still show you ten M's, aha.
I could still show you ten M's when my phone charged, my shit still dead.
They shot the nigga five years ago and he still dead. I got some old high tech, it's brown, but it's still red