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Description
It shines, it rings, and it strides confidently, as if life were a catwalk and success were part of the dress code. It smells of leather, money, and petrol from an old Camaro, and every verse is like a slow-motion movement: rings sparkle, rhymes click, money piles up in neat towers. Everything around revolves around the principle of ‘work to eat,’ without sentimentality or pauses for pity. The coldness of chains, the heat of ambition, a touch of criminal chic, and a sea of self-satisfied calm. The world may be noisy, but here it is clear without words: if it burns, it lives.
Lyrics and translation
Original
coupe
Ice on my neck and tee, shinin' like a Christmas tree
I'm ju' out here stackin' chips, Project makin' money flips
Security strapped with the extra clips, remake comin' with the extra sticks
I'm designer from head to toe, my fans gon' want some extra pics
Rack after rack-uh, back after back-uh, God blessin' me, so the money don't lack-uh
Track after track-uh, stack after stack-uh, Louis V belt with the Louis backpack-uh
No sellin' crack-uh, ain't goin' back-uh, if you don't work, then you don't eat (slime)
If you don't work, then you don't eat (slime)
If you don't work, then you don't eat (slime)
You don't grind, you don't shine (slime)
I'm in the hood, got my car forever shine (slime)
I cannot watch a nigga 'cause I'm blind (slime)
I don't pay that broke shit no mind (slime)
Too much for the watchin', wastin' no time (slime)
Your talk cheap, ain't no talkin' to slime (slime)
This shit in my mouth is a weddin' at a time (slime)
I got these diamonds, I slither 'cause I'm slime (slime)
Niggas salute me, mean that, word to the wise (slime)
I don't make different, I'm not one of your kind (slime, nah)
Ju' 'cause they love me, they still on my side (slime)
Feelin' entitled, man? Pussy niggas die (slime)
I'm makin' money, I make it worldwide (slime)
I'm in Dubai, nigga, think I'm third eye (slime)
Throwin' a pyramid in the sky (slime)
Sacrifice opps, 4L 'til I die, nigga (slime)
Gang, gang, gang, gang (slime)
Cut off your head, like a chicken, you fried (slime)
Fried, fried, fried, you fried (slime)
Put on a mount, so I know that you're mine (you're mine, nigga, I told you, slime)
Money and reefer, that's all on my mind (slime), yeah
Playin' the game and smokin' with vibes (slime), yeah
She want a show, it get icy on live (slime), yeah
Ice on my neck and tee, shinin' like a Christmas tree (slime)
I'm ju' out here stackin' chips, Project makin' money flips
Security strapped with the extra clips, remake comin' with the extra sticks
I'm designer from head to toe, my fans gon' want some extra pics
Rack after rack-uh, back after back-uh, God blessin' me, so the money don't lack-uh
Track after track-uh, stack after stack-uh, Louis V belt with the Louis backpack-uh
No sellin' crack-uh, ain't goin' back-uh, if you don't work, then you don't eat
If you don't work, then you don't eat
If you don't work, then you don't eat
'79 Camaro with the T-tops (yeah)
G-block with my G-lock, I'm a soldier, like the Reebok (21)
Say you wanna brick, the bros like, "Fuck 'em, serve 'em sheet rock" (fuck 'em)
Switch gon' fan the crowd down, that shit sound like a beatbox (fuck 'em)
Swervin' on 'em Forgis, fuck, I ran into a speed bump (21)
When it's smoke, we get down to the root, we want the tree stump (facts)
Nigga won't catch me lackin', never, pussy boy, I keep one (on God)
Opp ho blow my phone up all day, say she wanna freak some (on God)
Fuckin' ratchet hos my whole life, I ain't never eat one (21)
Big dawg in my hood, bitch, I'm pullin' up to beat some (21)
Give they ass the belt every time them niggas tweet some (big facts)
All them licks I hit, my mama knew I was gon' be some (big facts)
You want the shine but forgot about grindin'
Ice in the watch and forgot about timin'
Don't hang in the hood, they with the slimin'
Don't hang in the hood, they with the slimin'
Stack after stack-uh, rack after rack-uh, Louis V belt with the Louis backpack-uh
Stack after stack-uh, rack after rack-uh, Louis V belt with the Louis backpack-uh
Ice on my neck and tee, shinin' like a Christmas tree
I'm ju' out here stackin' chips, Project makin' money flips
Security strapped with the extra clips, remake comin' with the extra sticks
I'm designer from head to toe, my fans gon' want some extra pics
Rack after rack-uh, back after back-uh, God blessin' me, so the money don't lack-uh
Track after track-uh, stack after stack-uh, Louis V belt with the Louis backpack-uh
No sellin' crack-uh, ain't goin' back-uh, if you don't work, then you don't eat
If you don't work, then you don't eat
If you don't work, then you don't eat
Stack after stack-uh, stack after stack-uh
Rack after rack-uh, rack after rack-uh
Stack after stack-uh, stack after stack-uh
Rack after rack-uh, rack after rack-uh
If you don't work, then you don't eat
English translation
coupe
Ice on my neck and tee, shinin' like a Christmas tree
I'm ju' out here stackin' chips, Project makin' money flips
Security strapped with the extra clips, remake comin' with the extra sticks
I'm designer from head to toe, my fans gon' want some extra pics
Rack after rack-uh, back after back-uh, God blessin' me, so the money don't lack-uh
Track after track-uh, stack after stack-uh, Louis V belt with the Louis backpack-uh
No sellin' crack-uh, ain't goin' back-uh, if you don't work, then you don't eat (slime)
If you don't work, then you don't eat (slime)
If you don't work, then you don't eat (slime)
You don't grind, you don't shine (slime)
I'm in the hood, got my car forever shine (slime)
I cannot watch a nigga 'cause I'm blind (slime)
I don't pay that broke shit no mind (slime)
Too much for the watchin', wastin' no time (slime)
Your talk cheap, ain't no talkin' to slime (slime)
This shit in my mouth is a weddin' at a time (slime)
I got these diamonds, I slither 'cause I'm slime (slime)
Niggas salute me, mean that, word to the wise (slime)
I don't make different, I'm not one of your kind (slime, nah)
Ju' 'cause they love me, they still on my side (slime)
Feelin' entitled, man? Pussy niggas die (slime)
I'm makin' money, I make it worldwide (slime)
I'm in Dubai, nigga, think I'm third eye (slime)
Throwin' a pyramid in the sky (slime)
Sacrifice opps, 4L 'til I die, nigga (slime)
Gang, gang, gang, gang (slime)
Cut off your head, like a chicken, you fried (slime)
Fried, fried, fried, you fried (slime)
Put on a mount, so I know that you're mine (you're mine, nigga, I told you, slime)
Money and reefer, that's all on my mind (slime), yeah
Playin' the game and smokin' with vibes (slime), yeah
She want a show, it get icy on live (slime), yeah
Ice on my neck and tee, shinin' like a Christmas tree (slime)
I'm ju' out here stackin' chips, Project makin' money flips
Security strapped with the extra clips, remake comin' with the extra sticks
I'm designer from head to toe, my fans gon' want some extra pics
Rack after rack-uh, back after back-uh, God blessin' me, so the money don't lack-uh
Track after track-uh, stack after stack-uh, Louis V belt with the Louis backpack-uh
No sellin' crack-uh, ain't goin' back-uh, if you don't work, then you don't eat
If you don't work, then you don't eat
If you don't work, then you don't eat
'79 Camaro with the T-tops (yeah)
G-block with my G-lock, I'm a soldier, like the Reebok (21)
Say you wanna brick, the bros like, "Fuck 'em, serve 'em sheet rock" (fuck 'em)
Switch gon' fan the crowd down, that shit sound like a beatbox (fuck 'em)
Swervin' on 'em Forgis, fuck, I ran into a speed bump (21)
When it's smoke, we get down to the root, we want the tree stump (facts)
Nigga won't catch me lackin', never, pussy boy, I keep one (on God)
Opp ho blow my phone up all day, say she wanna freak some (on God)
Fuckin' ratchet hos my whole life, I ain't never eat one (21)
Big dawg in my hood, bitch, I'm pullin' up to beat some (21)
Give they ass the belt every time them niggas tweet some (big facts)
All them licks I hit, my mama knew I was gon' be some (big facts)
You want the shine but forgot about grindin'
Ice in the watch and forgot about timin'
Don't hang in the hood, they with the slimin'
Don't hang in the hood, they with the slimin'
Stack after stack-uh, rack after rack-uh, Louis V belt with the Louis backpack-uh
Stack after stack-uh, rack after rack-uh, Louis V belt with the Louis backpack-uh
Ice on my neck and tee, shinin' like a Christmas tree
I'm ju' out here stackin' chips, Project makin' money flips
Security strapped with the extra clips, remake comin' with the extra sticks
I'm designer from head to toe, my fans gon' want some extra pics
Rack after rack-uh, back after back-uh, God blessin' me, so the money don't lack-uh
Track after track-uh, stack after stack-uh, Louis V belt with the Louis backpack-uh
No sellin' crack-uh, ain't goin' back-uh, if you don't work, then you don't eat
If you don't work, then you don't eat
If you don't work, then you don't eat
Stack after stack-uh, stack after stack-uh
Rack after rack-uh, rack after rack-uh
Stack after stack-uh, stack after stack-uh
Rack after rack-uh, rack after rack-uh
If you don't work, then you don't eat