More songs by 310babii
Description
Producer: P-Lo
Composer: P-Lo
Lyricist: Kameron Milner
Lyrics and translation
Original
What? What? What? What? Come on. Shh, shh, what? What?
D-D-D-D-D Love, time to bring the bass back.
Private jet, overseas, I can arrange it.
Long money, we're never short change shit. Her hands hanging out the whip while I lane switch.
Popped out with her once, now she famous. Black truck full of hoes who I came with.
Still shameless, like who you came with? It's not too many hoes that I can't get.
Feel like the game on the line, nah, I can't miss. Feel like the game on the line, pass me the ball.
We on Rodeo, I ain't worried about the fee at all.
Put double C up on her back, I wanna see it all Run a lap around these niggas, yeah, I leave them all Drop a hit after hit, don't make me read them off.
Another number one, just adding to the run. In Gold Coast watching bad bitches in the sun.
In YSL, but the L's, we ain't taking none. Really hopping on the wave, niggas late as hell.
Bank account going low, shit, I could tell. I could tell, I could tell you ain't having it.
Blue bill grabbing, type of shit I couldn't imagine. Private jet, overseas, I can arrange it
Long money, we're never short change shit.
Her hands hanging out the whip while I lane switch. Popped out with her once, now she famous.
Black truck full of hoes who I came with. Still shameless, like who you came with?
It's not too many hoes that I can't get. Feel like the game on the line, nah, I can't miss.
Ain't no missing. Niggas running with the wave, I need commission.
Clean nigga, but my DMs explicit. Be realistic, like jaywalking, booking me cost a ticket.
Look at my life, this the shit that I predicted. Side change, nah, I just gear shift it. With P
Lo and some top tier bitches. Don't post what we do, no, it's not they business.
Everything exclusive, uh. Moving through the game, I'm elusive.
I really changed my life off music. I know it's niggas praying that I lose it.
Private jet, overseas, I can arrange it. Long money, we're never short change shit.
Her hands hanging out the whip while I lane switch.
Popped out with her once, now she famous. Black truck full of hoes who I came with.
Still shameless, like who you came with? It's not too many hoes that I can't get. Feel like the game on the line, nah,
I can't miss.
English translation
What? What? What? What? Come on. Shh, shh, what? What?
D-D-D-D-D Love, time to bring the bass back.
Private jet, overseas, I can arrange it.
Long money, we're never short change shit. Her hands hanging out the whip while I lane switch.
Popped out with her once, now she famous. Black truck full of hoes who I came with.
Still shameless, like who you came with? It's not too many hoes that I can't get.
Feel like the game on the line, nah, I can't miss. Feel like the game on the line, pass me the ball.
We on Rodeo, I ain't worried about the fee at all.
Put double C up on her back, I wanna see it all Run a lap around these niggas, yeah, I leave them all Drop a hit after hit, don't make me read them off.
Another number one, just adding to the run. In Gold Coast watching bad bitches in the sun.
In YSL, but the L's, we ain't taking none. Really hopping on the wave, niggas late as hell.
Bank account going low, shit, I could tell. I could tell, I could tell you ain't having it.
Blue bill grabbing, type of shit I couldn't imagine. Private jet, overseas, I can arrange it
Long money, we're never short change shit.
Her hands hanging out the whip while I lane switch. Popped out with her once, now she famous.
Black truck full of hoes who I came with. Still shameless, like who you came with?
It's not too many hoes that I can't get. Feel like the game on the line, nah, I can't miss.
Ain't no missing. Niggas running with the wave, I need commission.
Clean nigga, but my DMs explicit. Be realistic, like jaywalking, booking me cost a ticket.
Look at my life, this the shit that I predicted. Side change, nah, I just gear shift it. With P
Lo and some top tier bitches. Don't post what we do, no, it's not they business.
Everything exclusive, uh. Moving through the game, I'm elusive.
I really changed my life off music. I know it's niggas praying that I lose it.
Private jet, overseas, I can arrange it. Long money, we're never short change shit.
Her hands hanging out the whip while I lane switch.
Popped out with her once, now she famous. Black truck full of hoes who I came with.
Still shameless, like who you came with? It's not too many hoes that I can't get. Feel like the game on the line, nah,
I can't miss.