More songs by Homixide Gang
Description
Producer: Section 8
Producer: Fazi
Producer: Colorado
Producer: Brook Beatz
Recording Engineer: Phillip “YPTHISBANGS” Williams Jr.
Mixing Engineer: Roark Bailey
Mastering Engineer: Colin Leonard
A& R: Ela Talu
Aand Radministrator: Marissa Wickliffe
Composer Lyricist: Keyon Thomas
Composer Lyricist: Demetrius Chatman
Composer Lyricist: Rai'Shaun Williams
Composer Lyricist: Nikolas Fazekaš
Composer Lyricist: Evgeniy Ermakov
Composer Lyricist: Mamaev Vladislav
Lyrics and translation
Original
The money callin' you, you, you, you, you, you, you. I'm stuffin' all this money in my jeans, nigga, for real.
I be with my boys ballin', bitch, we jumpin' out the gym.
The money callin' you, you, you, you, you. What? One-eight hundred, five-five-five, O-P-I-U-O.
I be with my boys, bitch, we ballin', jumpin' out the gym.
Five-carat flesh stones sittin' in my ear.
The money callin', callin', callin', callin'. The money callin', callin', callin', callin'.
I be with my boys, bitch, we jumpin' out the gym.
Rockstar lifestyle, rollin' stoner, no for real. Money callin', one-eight hundred, five-five-five,
O-P-I-U-O.
The money callin', diamonds flawless.
I be with my boys, bitch, we jumpin' out the gym.
Homicide. Yeah, duck on a nigga, Sean Kemp. I got a shooter by the window.
I don't know, but he was him. Spam, spam, spam, spam.
Just call eight one hundred five five five. Homicide ready to spray, no reroute.
We pull up in a Benz. Homicide, yeah, I shred your leg.
Head chop the boy, knock off your dreads. And I pray that my beans is dead.
If you make me mad, I spray myself. I got that bash, I pull his breath.
For all that dissin', you think you tough. If I catch you, might be last breath.
Word.
Word.
If I catch you, ah, might just stretch you, ah.
Just call homicide, five five five, O five.
You, you, you, you, you, you, you.
You, you, you, you, you, you, you.
I'm stuffin' all this money in my jeans, nigga, for real.
I be with my boys ballin', bitch, we jumpin' out the gym.
The money callin' you, you, you, you, you, you, you.
One-eight hundred, five-five-five, O-P-I-U-O.
I be with my boys, bitch, we ballin', jumpin' out the gym.
Five-carat flesh stones sittin' in my ear.
The money callin', callin', callin', callin'. The money callin', callin', callin', callin'.
I be with my boys, bitch, we jumpin' out the gym.
Rockstar lifestyle, rollin' stoner, no for real.
Money callin', one-eight hundred, five-five-five, O-P-I-U-O.
The money callin', diamonds flawless.
I be with my boys, bitch, we jumpin' out the gym.
English translation
The money callin' you, you, you, you, you, you, you. I'm stuffin' all this money in my jeans, nigga, for real.
I be with my boys ballin', bitch, we jumpin' out the gym.
The money callin' you, you, you, you, you. What? One-eight hundred, five-five-five, O-P-I-U-O.
I be with my boys, bitch, we ballin', jumpin' out the gym.
Five-carat flesh stones sittin' in my ear.
The money callin', callin', callin', callin'. The money callin', callin', callin', callin'.
I be with my boys, bitch, we jumpin' out the gym.
Rockstar lifestyle, rollin' stoner, no for real. Money callin', one-eight hundred, five-five-five,
O-P-I-U-O.
The money callin', diamonds flawless.
I be with my boys, bitch, we jumpin' out the gym.
Homicide. Yeah, duck on a nigga, Sean Kemp. I got a shooter by the window.
I don't know, but he was him. Spam, spam, spam, spam.
Just call eight one hundred five five five. Homicide ready to spray, no reroute.
We pull up in a Benz. Homicide, yeah, I shred your leg.
Head chop the boy, knock off your dreads. And I pray that my beans is dead.
If you make me mad, I spray myself. I got that bash, I pull his breath.
For all that dissin', you think you tough. If I catch you, might be last breath.
Word.
Word.
If I catch you, ah, might just stretch you, ah.
Just call homicide, five five five, O five.
You, you, you, you, you, you, you.
You, you, you, you, you, you, you.
I'm stuffin' all this money in my jeans, nigga, for real.
I be with my boys ballin', bitch, we jumpin' out the gym.
The money callin' you, you, you, you, you, you, you.
One-eight hundred, five-five-five, O-P-I-U-O.
I be with my boys, bitch, we ballin', jumpin' out the gym.
Five-carat flesh stones sittin' in my ear.
The money callin', callin', callin', callin'. The money callin', callin', callin', callin'.
I be with my boys, bitch, we jumpin' out the gym.
Rockstar lifestyle, rollin' stoner, no for real.
Money callin', one-eight hundred, five-five-five, O-P-I-U-O.
The money callin', diamonds flawless.
I be with my boys, bitch, we jumpin' out the gym.