More songs by Gunna
Description
The glossy glamour of private jets and millions in jewellery - and inside, the same desire to rise higher, to look down on the world from above. Here, luxury sounds mundane, like ‘changing cars every minute,’ and the intonation seems to come from outer space - a slight detachment seasoned with self-confidence. A little bragging, a little fatigue, but overall - pure fuel for the feeling that both the earth beneath your feet and orbit are in your pocket.
Additional arranger: Florian ‘Flo’ Ongonga
Sound engineer: Florian ‘Flo’ Ongonga
Vocals: Gunna
Assistant Sound Engineer: Jay Shiver
A&R: James Flynn
Mastering Engineer: Joe Laporta
Producer: Kenny Stantin
Producer: MM
Marketing: Shay Ferguson
Producer: TURBO
Assistant Sound Engineer: Tiran Anderson
Writer: Sergio Kitchens
Writer: Kenneth Redfield Jr.
Writer: Michael Fialkov
Writer: Chandler Great
Lyrics and translation
Original
Call it what you want, I just want some pain.
I don't know your name, money long. On my way to take her home, she left up in the track.
I just ate two more and I'm goin' outer space. Satellite, uh, outta sight, uh.
Private flight and it's top tier. Tryna copy that style and you ain't do it right.
I don't fuck with you clowns, you niggas prototypes. I whip the seven-seater Range
Rover like a trackhawk.
I'm one of the trendsetters cut from a whole different cloth.
I done got a rich fetish, stack relish, I'm an underdog.
I'd never get petty, I ain't petty, I'm a real boss.
They count big fatty, you can tell way a nigga walk.
I know the way you can keep steppin' and pay to hear me really talk. Handle the business at all times, early morning when I get a call.
Protecting the greatest of all time, aw, man, you a real dog.
Pull up in a SF90, I can switch cars by the minute.
It ain't hard to see who in it, it ain't hard to see who winning. Look how I stuff my gush, uh, had to take her image.
Uh, cash, we havin' plenty, uh, I don't get offended.
Call it what you want, I just want some pain.
I don't know your name, money long. On my way to take her home, she left up in the track.
I just ate two more and I'm goin' outer space. Satellite , uh, outta sight, uh.
Private flight and it's top tier. Tryna copy that style and you ain't do it right.
I don't fuck with you clowns, you niggas prototypes.
It's a million in jewelry, so insurance way more than Geico.
Last year I was tourin', now I'm back in Europe, it's a cycle.
I can see the influence that I'm doin', you don't hear a nigga though.
It's the young Gunna Wunna and you know I'm comin', I'm a billy goat.
Further your women believin' it can happen, I'ma keep on givin' hope.
I'ma keep countin' the stack and make it stack up high up on your tippy-toes.
Nigga be doin' that cappin', now that cap will catch up to your front door.
Run the cash, need it pronto, wherever I'm at, got a blunt rolled.
I got my bitch a trainer, she ain't had to get lipo. Nigga had tweeted my name, must've had to be a typo.
Pray the cash come in cycles.
Hittin' the pull-up suppressor heavy, it ain't light, no.
Call it what you want, I just want some pain.
I don't know your name, money long.
On my way to take her home, she left up in the track.
I just ate two more and I'm goin' outer space.
Satellite , uh, outta sight, uh.
Private flight and it's top tier. Tryna copy that style and you ain't do it right.
I don't fuck with you clowns, you niggas prototypes.
Call it what you want, I just want some pain.
I don't know your name, money long. On my way to take her home, she left up in the track.
I just ate two more and I'm goin' outer space
English translation
Call it what you want, I just want some pain.
I don't know your name, money long. On my way to take her home, she left up in the track.
I just ate two more and I'm goin' outer space. Satellite, uh, outta sight, uh.
Private flight and it's top tier. Tryna copy that style and you ain't do it right.
I don't fuck with you clowns, you niggas prototypes. I whip the seven-seater Range
Rover like a trackhawk.
I'm one of the trendsetters cut from a whole different cloth.
I done got a rich fetish, stack relish, I'm an underdog.
I'd never get petty, I ain't petty, I'm a real boss.
They count big fatty, you can tell way a nigga walk.
I know the way you can keep steppin' and pay to hear me really talk. Handle the business at all times, early morning when I get a call.
Protecting the greatest of all time, aw, man, you a real dog.
Pull up in a SF90, I can switch cars by the minute.
It ain't hard to see who in it, it ain't hard to see who winning. Look how I stuff my gush, uh, had to take her image.
Uh, cash, we havin' plenty, uh, I don't get offended.
Call it what you want, I just want some pain.
I don't know your name, money long. On my way to take her home, she left up in the track.
I just ate two more and I'm goin' outer space. Satellite , uh, outta sight, uh.
Private flight and it's top tier. Tryna copy that style and you ain't do it right.
I don't fuck with you clowns, you niggas prototypes.
It's a million in jewelry, so insurance way more than Geico.
Last year I was tourin', now I'm back in Europe, it's a cycle.
I can see the influence that I'm doin', you don't hear a nigga though.
It's the young Gunna Wunna and you know I'm comin', I'm a billy goat.
Further your women believin' it can happen, I'ma keep on givin' hope.
I'ma keep countin' the stack and make it stack up high up on your tippy-toes.
Nigga be doin' that cappin', now that cap will catch up to your front door.
Run the cash, need it pronto, wherever I'm at, got a blunt rolled.
I got my bitch a trainer, she ain't had to get lipo. Nigga had tweeted my name, must've had to be a typo.
Pray the cash come in cycles.
Hittin' the pull-up suppressor heavy, it ain't light, no.
Call it what you want, I just want some pain.
I don't know your name, money long.
On my way to take her home, she left up in the track.
I just ate two more and I'm goin' outer space.
Satellite , uh, outta sight, uh.
Private flight and it's top tier. Tryna copy that style and you ain't do it right.
I don't fuck with you clowns, you niggas prototypes.
Call it what you want, I just want some pain.
I don't know your name, money long. On my way to take her home, she left up in the track.
I just ate two more and I'm goin' outer space