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Main Artist: A$AP FERG
Producer: Lex Luger
Producer: Taavi Haapala
Lyricist: Darold Brown
Composer: Darold Brown
Lyrics and translation
Original
Oh, that's them boys. Oh, that's them boys.
Oh, that's them boys. Oh, that's them boys.
Oh, that's them boys.
Oh, that's them boys. Oh, that's them boys.
Oh, that's them boys. Oh, that's them boys. Damn, them bars out.
Flip phone shorty, can you bring the noise down?
Cookie Monster mink, time to get these chips a horse now. Mayweather, then you know it's time to bring a tortoise out. In that
Maybach, I look like Pretty Boy Floyd now.
Mansion by the pond and she twerking by the koi's now.
Oh, that's them boys.
Oh, that's them boys. Oh, that's them boys. Oh, that's them boys.
Oh, that's them boys. Oh, that's them boys. Oh, that's them boys.
Oh, that's them boys.
Oh, that's them boys. Back out the coupe. Ooh, now he dig in. Ten racks on the boots.
Ooh, now he dig in. Hunnid racks on her glutes. Ooh, now he dig in. Strap in the
Goose. Ooh, now he dig in. Blast out the roof. Ooh, now he dig in.
Kid Nap in the zoo. Ooh, now he dig in. That is the truth. Ooh, now he dig in.
How about a hook in the booth? Ooh, now he dig in. Dressed in Izmail like a shooter. Two
Blasian bitches, both booters. Up in Harlem on the block, he cooler.
Step into the door, how they move it. Big balls, see through the slacks.
Eyes on my prince, she a mess. Can't keep her hand off my dick. Either it's the chain or the stacks.
Pussy good, savory. I'm here because I'm paid to be. All from uptown.
It's in my blood and the ladies see them alphabet balls. Yeah, they come in A to Z.
Trapping out the Ritz Carlton. Tell 'em bring the maid to me. Hold up. Oh, that's them boys.
Oh, that's them boys. Oh, that's them boys. Oh, that's them boys.
Oh, that's them boys. Oh, that's them boys. Oh, that's them boys.
Oh, that's them boys.
Oh, that's them boys.
Hold up. Flip phone shorty.
Big foot and Hot Dog in this bitch. Yeah.
Making money.
Yeah
English translation
Oh, that's them boys. Oh, that's them boys.
Oh, that's them boys. Oh, that's them boys.
Oh, that's them boys.
Oh, that's them boys. Oh, that's them boys.
Oh, that's them boys. Oh, that's them boys. Damn, them bars out.
Flip phone shorty, can you bring the noise down?
Cookie Monster mink, time to get these chips a horse now. Mayweather, then you know it's time to bring a tortoise out. In that
Maybach, I look like Pretty Boy Floyd now.
Mansion by the pond and she twerking by the koi's now.
Oh, that's them boys.
Oh, that's them boys. Oh, that's them boys. Oh, that's them boys.
Oh, that's them boys. Oh, that's them boys. Oh, that's them boys.
Oh, that's them boys.
Oh, that's them boys. Back out the coupe. Ooh, now he dig in. Ten racks on the boots.
Ooh, now he dig in. Hunnid racks on her glutes. Ooh, now he dig in. Strap in the
Goose. Ooh, now he dig in. Blast out the roof. Ooh, now he dig in.
Kid Nap in the zoo. Ooh, now he dig in. That is the truth. Ooh, now he dig in.
How about a hook in the booth? Ooh, now he dig in. Dressed in Izmail like a shooter. Two
Blasian bitches, both booters. Up in Harlem on the block, he cooler.
Step into the door, how they move it. Big balls, see through the slacks.
Eyes on my prince, she a mess. Can't keep her hand off my dick. Either it's the chain or the stacks.
Pussy good, savory. I'm here because I'm paid to be. All from uptown.
It's in my blood and the ladies see them alphabet balls. Yeah, they come in A to Z.
Trapping out the Ritz Carlton. Tell 'em bring the maid to me. Hold up. Oh, that's them boys.
Oh, that's them boys. Oh, that's them boys. Oh, that's them boys.
Oh, that's them boys. Oh, that's them boys. Oh, that's them boys.
Oh, that's them boys.
Oh, that's them boys.
Hold up. Flip phone shorty.
Big foot and Hot Dog in this bitch. Yeah.
Making money.
Yeah