More songs by Travy
Description
Associated Performer: Travy
Lyricist, Composer: LUKMAN ONILENLA
Mixing Engineer, Lyricist, Composer, Mastering Engineer: Cameron Hopley
Producer, Composer, Lyricist: Liam Harris
Producer: Cam300G
Lyrics and translation
Original
Too many hoes inside this crib. All my head is fucking aching. Them niggas want
Patek Philippe. I want a Jacob, Jacob. When I get broke, man, I feel weak.
Fuck the simulation. I pray in all religions. As-salamu alaykum.
Take care your show, man, I feel rich. Yeah, I'm bringing home the bacon.
Them niggas say they took my bitch, but she wasn't taken. Prada bags, Hermes sandals. This bitch want it, but
I'm taxing. I'm moonwalking off this Billy Bean. I feel like Michael Jackson.
Fifty racks inside these jeans. I need a hundred next. I get it popping when on stage.
I make that pussy wet. Frank leave on the sleeves. They see my face on a magazine.
In the booth, it's straight fire. I'm talking gasoline. Pouring up the shots.
This ain't no Henny. This that Metazine. Mama told me watch myself.
Don't follow where the masses be. Padre told me punch them niggas up if they try scamming me.
That's not my problem. Let me tell you one. Too many hoes inside this crib.
All my head is fucking aching. Them niggas want Patek Philippe. I want a Jacob,
Jacob. When I get broke, man, I feel weak. Fuck the simulation.
I pray in all religions. As-salamu alaykum. Take care your show, man, I feel rich.
Yeah, I'm bringing home the bacon.
Them niggas say they took my bitch, but she wasn't taken.
Prada bags, Hermes sandals. This bitch want it, but I'm taxing.
I'm moonwalking off this Billy -Bean. I feel like Michael Jackson. -Ah, them niggas want beef.
Ah, you don't want beef, I'm telling them. Up late, man, I need more Z's.
Too bad P's need some melanin. Ah, said I couldn't rap with a speech impediment.
Two hundred racks my fees. Me and my G's really kick ball like Bellingham. I'm giving her D.
I really know this bitch need vitamins. See how they walk like me, wanna talk like me. My
G's is P's repelling them. Ah, three years in the game, man, I feel like a veteran.
Two number ones inside of my pocket, but fuck it, man, I need like ten of them.
Too many hoes inside this crib. All my head is fucking aching. Them niggas want
Patek Philippe. I want a Jacob, Jacob. When I get broke, man, I feel weak.
Fuck the simulation. I pray in all religions. As-salamu alaykum.
Take care your show, man, I feel rich. Yeah, I'm bringing home the bacon.
Them niggas say they took my bitch, but she wasn't taken.
Prada bags, Hermes sandals. This bitch want it, but I'm taxing. I'm moonwalking off this Billy
Bean. I feel like Michael Jackson.
English translation
Too many hoes inside this crib. All my head is fucking aching. Them niggas want
Patek Philippe. I want a Jacob, Jacob. When I get broke, man, I feel weak.
Fuck the simulation. I pray in all religions. As-salamu alaykum.
Take care your show, man, I feel rich. Yeah, I'm bringing home the bacon.
Them niggas say they took my bitch, but she wasn't taken. Prada bags, Hermes sandals. This bitch want it, but
I'm taxing. I'm moonwalking off this Billy Bean. I feel like Michael Jackson.
Fifty racks inside these jeans. I need a hundred next. I get it popping when on stage.
I make that pussy wet. Frank leave on the sleeves. They see my face on a magazine.
In the booth, it's straight fire. I'm talking gasoline. Pouring up the shots.
This ain't no Henny. This that Metazine. Mama told me watch myself.
Don't follow where the masses be. Padre told me punch them niggas up if they try scamming me.
That's not my problem. Let me tell you one. Too many hoes inside this crib.
All my head is fucking aching. Them niggas want Patek Philippe. I want a Jacob,
Jacob. When I get broke, man, I feel weak. Fuck the simulation.
I pray in all religions. As-salamu alaykum. Take care your show, man, I feel rich.
Yeah, I'm bringing home the bacon.
Them niggas say they took my bitch, but she wasn't taken.
Prada bags, Hermes sandals. This bitch want it, but I'm taxing.
I'm moonwalking off this Billy -Bean. I feel like Michael Jackson. -Ah, them niggas want beef.
Ah, you don't want beef, I'm telling them. Up late, man, I need more Z's.
Too bad P's need some melanin. Ah, said I couldn't rap with a speech impediment.
Two hundred racks my fees. Me and my G's really kick ball like Bellingham. I'm giving her D.
I really know this bitch need vitamins. See how they walk like me, wanna talk like me. My
G's is P's repelling them. Ah, three years in the game, man, I feel like a veteran.
Two number ones inside of my pocket, but fuck it, man, I need like ten of them.
Too many hoes inside this crib. All my head is fucking aching. Them niggas want
Patek Philippe. I want a Jacob, Jacob. When I get broke, man, I feel weak.
Fuck the simulation. I pray in all religions. As-salamu alaykum.
Take care your show, man, I feel rich. Yeah, I'm bringing home the bacon.
Them niggas say they took my bitch, but she wasn't taken.
Prada bags, Hermes sandals. This bitch want it, but I'm taxing. I'm moonwalking off this Billy
Bean. I feel like Michael Jackson.