STATE PROPERTY

English translation

Always there, always.

Always there, -always. Always there, always. -Uh, I like chasing money.

I like getting that money. Uh, I like chasing that money, okay. I like getting that, uh, uh.

I like chasing that money, okay.

Uh, I like getting that money, yeah. I need Benjis, man.

I need Jackson. I love the running and getting that money, tryna fuck off in that

Aston. I got a team, my family and team gon' fuck all that bullshit on rapping.

Holding that stick, no plastic. Nigga ass playing, getting static.

Flip, run that road, road, that time, shit hit tragic.

You stay tip-toe down this shit, young boy, freeze, we at it. Uh, and the motherfucker come out the dirt.

I ain't leaving my bro with some work. Shout out Trey, young nigga went berserk.

I told him they was hating back then. Yeah, way, way back in the day.

Yeah, way, way back in the Nissan. I was holding that stick, ready to shoot some.

Hit the block, yeah, serving that re-up. Uh, uh, yeah, we at the Suicide Lane, you rat.

We got the safe on the boat, it's stuffed with them gars.

Yeah, I put the game on that back.

Uh, burning it up forever. Smoking that eighth forever. Smoking that shit forever.

I had to run up the money.

Punching shit out from Monday to Sunday. Rocking these

Balenciagas skateboards. Our skateboards came in the Fendi.

I ride on the streets on the two-door coupe. Whipping on rounds just living it up.

Getting that money, got the shit on my boot. I'm smoking on premium gas, it's fuel.

Pooch, ride Davis for Gucci. Ten for the bracelets, Cartier too.

I love to get money, nigga, what about you? Stuffing money, counting yall, that's all what it do.

Getting racks from the bank, it's nothing to lose. That's that shot, tell me the truth. HVR Range

Rover, know this bitch fully loaded. I rock mine, oh, oh, oh, oh.

I need Benjis, man. I need Jackson.

I love the running and getting that money, tryna fuck off in that Aston.

I got a team, my family and team gon' fuck all that bullshit on rapping.

Holding that stick, no plastic. Nigga ass playing, getting static.

Flip, run that road, road, that time, shit hit tragic.

You stay tip-toe down this shit, young boy, freeze, we at it. Uh, and the motherfucker come out the dirt.

I ain't leaving my bro with some work. Shout out Trey, young nigga went berserk.

I told him they was hating back then. Yeah, way, way back in the day. Yeah, way, way back in the Nissan.

I was holding that stick, ready to shoot some. Hit the block, yeah, serving that re-up.

Uh, uh, yeah, we at the Suicide Lane, you rat.

We got the safe on the boat, it's stuffed with them gars. Yeah, I put the game on that back.

Uh, burning it up forever.

Smoking that eighth forever.

Smoking that shit forever.

Always there, always. Always there, always. Always there, always.

Always there, always. Always there, always.