STILL WAITING. FT. YOUNG THUG.

English translation

(Yeah)

(Lotta niggas)

(Who better?)

Uh, uh, uh

(Always)

Yeah (AK, turn me up)

Still screamin' long live Big

Look, I remember days he would say I'd be this big

I'm the shit like I can't piss, huh

Even if I'm guilty, in your eyes, man, I'm innocent

Can't be playin' on the internet

Look, save the small talk for your dogs, I ain't into that

Ay, I'm a dog when it's 'bout a check

Hey, if I fall, then you'd better catch

After I dog her, I tell her, "Next"

Okay, look, penthouse on Biscayne, bitch, all of us in that

If you let me hit once, you always gon' spin back

She told her friend, now they all in my business

Fucked on her friend, now they all in they feelings

Okay, Lil' Fly told me not to, and I damn sure ain't listen

I fucked up, 'cause everything come with consequences

Go get your bucks up, 'cause going against us, you gotta spend it

You niggas lucked up, you better thank God I went to prison

Look, got your main bitch beggin' me to put the tip in

I was just playin' in your mouth, we ain't kissin'

I just put 200 in my mouth, ain't no French kiss

And I went Picasso in the house, on some rich shit

Gone for a year, and they keep tellin' me that I'm different

Mom knew I was a problem since an infant

I just spent over a million in an instant

I just came home like I never lost a penny

Okay, Dominicans, Black bitches, long-haired Indians

We gon' get this money and leave it all to our descendants

Uh, 20 Rolls trucks with the fam, now I'm trendin'

House so damn big, park a Lam' in the kitchen

Thought I was a Blood, all these Bs, this a billion

I can't take advice from no dweeb, you a civilian

You ain't never strike, so I don't need your opinion

You don't know the feeling when your palm steady itchin'

You know I fuck with bro because he aim with precision

We ain't aimin' at niggas, man, we aimin' for a trillion

Cartier frames solitaire, do your big one

All rose-gold, skelly plain, this the big one

Look, Louis luggage, hoppin' off the plane like I'm Boston

George, we don't ever talk to them boys

Okay, look, brought a million dollars to the hood, fuck awards

They say I'm worth a million on the Forbes, that ain't enough

I just came home, you still playin' catch up

The paint on the 'Rari mustard, ketchup

Look, you gotta stop lyin' to these hoes, word to Troub

Ay, when you don't tell the truth, it make it hard to open up

When the whip bulletproof, the doors hard to open up

Ay, when the car is a coupe, you gotta offset 'em

When you pray about it, make it all better

When you pray about it, make it all better

We was fucked up, and ain't nobody help us

We was fucked up, and ain't nobody help us

(Uh, uh, uh)