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Description
Producer: Dasda
Producer: MatthewFM
Producer: Trillobeatz
Programmer: Dasda
Vocals: Jeezy
Mixer, Recorded By: Keith Dawson
Programmer: MatthewFM
Masterer: Travis Louis
Programmer: Trillobeatz
Vocals: YFN Lucci
Writer: Rayshawn Bennett
Writer: Sina Dadashi
Writer: Matthew Manuel
Writer: Trentay Robinson
Writer: Jay Wayne Jenkins
Lyrics and translation
Original
Wait, Matthew, did you make this?
-Is, is, is that Dasta? -Street nigga diary.
I just keep getting money, that shit inspiring. I bet a million on my head won't keep me inside.
They say money talk and all these niggas quiet.
Ayy, I'm addicted to money, I can't hide it. 5K on Dior chops, they keep me grounded.
5K, ski mask up, we tryna down shit. If you ain't gon' kill for the fam, then stay the fuck from 'round me.
Look, never gave a fuck 'bout no nigga, my funds getting bigger.
Heard you finally caught a body, boy, you just a beginner.
Acting like you bout it, bout it, you just a master pretender. Put so much paper on your head, you think I had me a perm.
Don't make me turn you to my dog's dinner. We 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 Jew, 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.
Street nigga diary. I just keep getting money, that shit inspiring.
I bet a million on my head won't keep me inside. They say money talk and all these niggas quiet.
Ayy, I'm addicted to money, I can't hide it. 5K on Dior chops, they keep me grounded.
5K, ski -mask up, we tryna down shit. -Yeah, we tryna down it.
If you ain't gon' kill for the fam, then stay the fuck from 'round me.
Okay, yeah, it's Lil' Jill, Lil' Jay. I'm proud of you, nigga.
Let these bitches get to playing, I clear the crowd for you, nigga.
I'm on the sideline screaming, "Live," for you, nigga.
Talkin' streets, then you the king, they better bow to you, nigga. Y'all better give me space 'cause I done ran out of grits.
Like back when I was on Duncan and I ran out of eighths.
Breaking down squares, chopping O's on the plate. Thirty-six at twelve noon, hope the task on the break.
Always been a boss, so you ain't never ran off. Always hands-on, ain't never hands-off.
The critics wasn't talking when you was weighing that soft.
Back when they was re-rocking, it was hard to get it off.
Don't let me find out, I'm still the realest nigga breathing.
And when I walk up out the building, yeah, the realest nigga leaving. These niggas picking and choosing to spare these snitches.
That's why I stay up out the way, I'm living real, you bitches.
I ain't never been in nobody paperwork or nobody court case. That's right, bitch, I'm realer than
Scarface. And I ain't care my brain about my kin.
That's at least a thousand niggas that vouch for me in the pen. Counted up my first million in the mack town.
Trap house on Madden, Pac in the background.
Time to go legit, nigga, how does that sound? Last entry in my journal, time to put the pack down. Ayy.
Street nigga diary. I just keep getting money, that shit inspiring.
I bet a million on my head won't keep me inside.
They say money talk and all these niggas quiet. Ayy, I'm addicted to money, I can't hide it.
5K on Dior chops, they keep me grounded. 5K, ski mask up, we tryna down shit.
If you ain't gon' kill for the fam, then stay the fuck from 'round me.
English translation
Wait, Matthew, did you make this?
-Is, is, is that Dasta? -Street nigga diary.
I just keep getting money, that shit inspiring. I bet a million on my head won't keep me inside.
They say money talk and all these niggas quiet.
Ayy, I'm addicted to money, I can't hide it. 5K on Dior chops, they keep me grounded.
5K, ski mask up, we tryna down shit. If you ain't gon' kill for the fam, then stay the fuck from 'round me.
Look, never gave a fuck 'bout no nigga, my funds getting bigger.
Heard you finally caught a body, boy, you just a beginner.
Acting like you bout it, bout it, you just a master pretender. Put so much paper on your head, you think I had me a perm.
Don't make me turn you to my dog's dinner. We 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 Jew, 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.
Street nigga diary. I just keep getting money, that shit inspiring.
I bet a million on my head won't keep me inside. They say money talk and all these niggas quiet.
Ayy, I'm addicted to money, I can't hide it. 5K on Dior chops, they keep me grounded.
5K, ski -mask up, we tryna down shit. -Yeah, we tryna down it.
If you ain't gon' kill for the fam, then stay the fuck from 'round me.
Okay, yeah, it's Lil' Jill, Lil' Jay. I'm proud of you, nigga.
Let these bitches get to playing, I clear the crowd for you, nigga.
I'm on the sideline screaming, "Live," for you, nigga.
Talkin' streets, then you the king, they better bow to you, nigga. Y'all better give me space 'cause I done ran out of grits.
Like back when I was on Duncan and I ran out of eighths.
Breaking down squares, chopping O's on the plate. Thirty-six at twelve noon, hope the task on the break.
Always been a boss, so you ain't never ran off. Always hands-on, ain't never hands-off.
The critics wasn't talking when you was weighing that soft.
Back when they was re-rocking, it was hard to get it off.
Don't let me find out, I'm still the realest nigga breathing.
And when I walk up out the building, yeah, the realest nigga leaving. These niggas picking and choosing to spare these snitches.
That's why I stay up out the way, I'm living real, you bitches.
I ain't never been in nobody paperwork or nobody court case. That's right, bitch, I'm realer than
Scarface. And I ain't care my brain about my kin.
That's at least a thousand niggas that vouch for me in the pen. Counted up my first million in the mack town.
Trap house on Madden, Pac in the background.
Time to go legit, nigga, how does that sound? Last entry in my journal, time to put the pack down. Ayy.
Street nigga diary. I just keep getting money, that shit inspiring.
I bet a million on my head won't keep me inside.
They say money talk and all these niggas quiet. Ayy, I'm addicted to money, I can't hide it.
5K on Dior chops, they keep me grounded. 5K, ski mask up, we tryna down shit.
If you ain't gon' kill for the fam, then stay the fuck from 'round me.