More songs by Jasiel Nuñez
Description
Producer: Jasiel Nuñez
Producer: Alfredo Baltazar Garcia
Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer: David Moises Segura
Recording Engineer: Ismael Carrillo Suarez
A And R Administrator: Richard Bull
A And R Administrator: Adriana Munoz
A And R Administrator: Alejandro Leon - Nava
Lyrics and translation
Original
(Trillo Beats, you did it again)
(Wait, Matthew, did you make this?)
(I-I-is that Dasda?)
Skreet nigga diary, I ju' keep gettin' money, that shit inspirin'
I bet a million on my head, won't keep me inside
They say money talkin', all these nigga quiet
Ay, I'm addicted to money, I can't hide it
5K on Dior Chucks, they keep me grounded
5K ski, masked up, we tryna down shit
If you ain't gon' kill for the family, stay the fuck from 'round me
Look, never gave a fuck 'bout a nigga, my funds gettin' bigger
Heard you finally caught a body, boy, you just a beginner
Actin' like you 'bout it, 'bout it, you just a master pretender
Put so much paper on your head, you think I had me a printer
Don't make me turn you to my dawg's dinner
Was fucked up, now we all winners, a couple hustler, but we all killers
The real dead and gone, they shoulda took them flaw niggas
Free my brother Ju, I sure miss them talks with you
Never let a nigga steer you wrong, or piss you off, nigga
Hate I gotta forgive you when you wrong, but I'm a boss, nigga
Never let a nigga steer you wrong, or piss you off, nigga
Hate I gotta forgive you when you wrong, but I'm a boss, nigga
Skreet nigga diary, I ju' keep gettin' money, that shit inspirin'
I bet a million on my head, won't keep me inside
They say money talkin', all these nigga quiet
Ay, I'm addicted to money, I can't hide it
5K on Dior Chucks, they keep me grounded
5K ski, masked up, we tryna down shit (yeah, we tryna down, nigga)
If you ain't gon' kill for the family, stay the fuck from 'round me (okay, yeah, let's go)
Look, dear Lil J (yeah, J), I'm proud of you, nigga (yeah)
Let these bitches get to playin', I clear the crowd for you, nigga (haha)
I'm on the sidelines screamin' loud for you, nigga (yeah)
Talk the streets and you the king, they better bow to you, nigga (damn)
Y'all better give me space 'cause I done ran outta grace (like grace)
Like back when I was on Duncan and I ran lotta Ace
Breakin' down squares, choppin' O's on a plate (plate)
36 at 12 noon, hope the task on a break (yeah)
Always been a boss, and you ain't never ran off (uh)
Always hands on, ain't never hands off (yeah)
The critics wasn't talkin' when you was weighin' that salt (salt)
Back when they was re-rockin', it was hard to get it off (yeah)
Don't let me find out I'm still the realest nigga breathin' (breathin')
And when I walk up out the buildin', yeah, the realest nigga leavin' (damn)
These niggas pickin' and choosin' and sparin' these snitches (sparin' these snitches)
That's why I stay up out the way, I'm livin' rare on you bitches (ay)
I ain't never been in nobody paperwork or nobody court case (nah, nah)
That's right, bitch, I'm realer than Scarface (yeah)
And I ain't kill my friend about my kin (haha)
It's at least at least a thousand niggas that vouched for me in the pen' (yeah)
Counted up my first million in the Mack town (town)
Trap house on Madden, 'Pac in the background (that's up, nigga)
Time to go legit, nigga, how does that sound? (Yeah)
Last entry in my journal, time to put the pack down, hey
Skreet nigga diary, I ju' keep gettin' money, that shit inspirin'
I bet a million on my head, won't keep me inside
They say money talkin', all these nigga quiet
Ay, I'm addicted to money, I can't hide it
5K on Dior Chucks, they keep me grounded
5K ski, masked up, we tryna down shit
If you ain't gon' kill for the family, stay the fuck from 'round me
English translation
(Trillo Beats, you did it again)
(Wait, Matthew, did you make this?)
(I-I-is that Dasda?)
Skreet nigga diary, I ju' keep gettin' money, that shit inspirin'
I bet a million on my head, won't keep me inside
They say money talkin', all these nigga quiet
Ay, I'm addicted to money, I can't hide it
5K on Dior Chucks, they keep me grounded
5K ski, masked up, we tryna down shit
If you ain't gon' kill for the family, stay the fuck from 'round me
Look, never gave a fuck 'bout a nigga, my funds gettin' bigger
Heard you finally caught a body, boy, you just a beginner
Actin' like you 'bout it, 'bout it, you just a master pretender
Put so much paper on your head, you think I had me a printer
Don't make me turn you to my dawg's dinner
Was fucked up, now we all winners, a couple hustler, but we all killers
The real dead and gone, they shoulda took them flaw niggas
Free my brother Ju, I sure miss them talks with you
Never let a nigga steer you wrong, or piss you off, nigga
Hate I gotta forgive you when you wrong, but I'm a boss, nigga
Never let a nigga steer you wrong, or piss you off, nigga
Hate I gotta forgive you when you wrong, but I'm a boss, nigga
Skreet nigga diary, I ju' keep gettin' money, that shit inspirin'
I bet a million on my head, won't keep me inside
They say money talkin', all these nigga quiet
Ay, I'm addicted to money, I can't hide it
5K on Dior Chucks, they keep me grounded
5K ski, masked up, we tryna down shit (yeah, we tryna down, nigga)
If you ain't gon' kill for the family, stay the fuck from 'round me (okay, yeah, let's go)
Look, dear Lil J (yeah, J), I'm proud of you, nigga (yeah)
Let these bitches get to playin', I clear the crowd for you, nigga (haha)
I'm on the sidelines screamin' loud for you, nigga (yeah)
Talk the streets and you the king, they better bow to you, nigga (damn)
Y'all better give me space 'cause I done ran outta grace (like grace)
Like back when I was on Duncan and I ran lotta Ace
Breakin' down squares, choppin' O's on a plate (plate)
36 at 12 noon, hope the task on a break (yeah)
Always been a boss, and you ain't never ran off (uh)
Always hands on, ain't never hands off (yeah)
The critics wasn't talkin' when you was weighin' that salt (salt)
Back when they was re-rockin', it was hard to get it off (yeah)
Don't let me find out I'm still the realest nigga breathin' (breathin')
And when I walk up out the buildin', yeah, the realest nigga leavin' (damn)
These niggas pickin' and choosin' and sparin' these snitches (sparin' these snitches)
That's why I stay up out the way, I'm livin' rare on you bitches (ay)
I ain't never been in nobody paperwork or nobody court case (nah, nah)
That's right, bitch, I'm realer than Scarface (yeah)
And I ain't kill my friend about my kin (haha)
It's at least at least a thousand niggas that vouched for me in the pen' (yeah)
Counted up my first million in the Mack town (town)
Trap house on Madden, 'Pac in the background (that's up, nigga)
Time to go legit, nigga, how does that sound? (Yeah)
Last entry in my journal, time to put the pack down, hey
Skreet nigga diary, I ju' keep gettin' money, that shit inspirin'
I bet a million on my head, won't keep me inside
They say money talkin', all these nigga quiet
Ay, I'm addicted to money, I can't hide it
5K on Dior Chucks, they keep me grounded
5K ski, masked up, we tryna down shit
If you ain't gon' kill for the family, stay the fuck from 'round me