Description
Producer: Jxmie
Composer Lyricist: KayMuni
Lyrics and translation
Original
-You just hating 'cause I'm winning. -Jamie bring the beat back!
I was riding on your bitch and I got pictures to prove.
Yeah, we so high up like we building a roof.
I made millions out of nothing just from spilling my truth.
Yeah, we still grinding like we got something to prove, even though we got nothing to prove. Took every risk 'cause we had nothing to lose.
Making millions just spilling my truth, spilling my truth.
I sat in my cell and I prayed for this.
Em told me, "Have sabr, put your faith in this. This is God's plan, somebody tell an atheist.
" Blood, I worked on the strip in the rain for this. Ran a hundred plays for this, still running plays for this.
Told my mum and bro, "Come on the roads, I can't stay for this.
" Fuck I look like about me getting a job? Bitch, my name's K Money, I'm the key to the mob.
Yo, my shorty from TikTok, think that I'm a rapper, I just lipped off.
All them hand to hands make the strip hot.
Can't tell her what I really do or where this money came from. I worked for the plug for a month, then I became one.
Baby, I just left the trenches with the killers there. Yo, they asked me, "Where's Dej?
" I said, "He's still in there.
" Funny, when he comes home, I'll probably be a millionaire. Christmas Day in the green, I had my dinner there.
Nine AM, sending texts, make sure the line's on.
You better hope I don't get the law, I'm finna buy one. Your friends too outside, I prefer the shy ones.
You gotta keep a real bitch close if you find one. We're trying to burn a boy, somebody's fucked tonight.
I'm feeling paranoid, my spinna's getting tucked tonight.
We in the field, so don't be running out of luck tonight, and don't phone her phone, she with us in the truck tonight. I'm with my south ting in West Brom from Brum.
I got feds praying that they catch me with another gun.
I can't go back, please don't phone the jail and get me spun. I lost so much, I can't accept that we won.
But I guess that we winning, living better than I ever did. I gotta say Alhamdulillah for everything.
Cah I slept on the floor in the cat's yard for a bill, so when man said I'm actually a rap star, it gives me chills. Louis this, Louis that, but truth is I don't need it.
It probably just helps how I'm feeling.
Cah I put my prison issue trackie on and say, "On the yard, you getting money now.
How come you ain't said nothing to your dogs I'm getting money now?
" My slim ting wanna get her tits done, maybe if she does the brick run, or at least the stick run. Come on, bae, you know that we fucking.
If I tell the truth, a hundred quid ain't really nothing.
I just spent that in the wok with the weed man. I'm back now, but trust me, wait till the team land.
Bro, she ain't seeing man. In years, probably wonder how my life is doing.
When I caught my case, I thought my life was ruined. But it's calm, though.
Just know I'm doing better than ever, fam. I sent twenty P's to Michael Jackson and they Neverland.
Bro, you better get an umbrella, gang, it's raining.
If rap don't work, then I'm -staying in. -Spilling my. . .
Spilling my. . .
Spilling my truth.
Spilling my truth.
Jamie bring the beat back!
English translation
-You just hating 'cause I'm winning. -Jamie bring the beat back!
I was riding on your bitch and I got pictures to prove.
Yeah, we so high up like we building a roof.
I made millions out of nothing just from spilling my truth.
Yeah, we still grinding like we got something to prove, even though we got nothing to prove. Took every risk 'cause we had nothing to lose.
Making millions just spilling my truth, spilling my truth.
I sat in my cell and I prayed for this.
Em told me, "Have sabr, put your faith in this. This is God's plan, somebody tell an atheist.
" Blood, I worked on the strip in the rain for this. Ran a hundred plays for this, still running plays for this.
Told my mum and bro, "Come on the roads, I can't stay for this.
" Fuck I look like about me getting a job? Bitch, my name's K Money, I'm the key to the mob.
Yo, my shorty from TikTok, think that I'm a rapper, I just lipped off.
All them hand to hands make the strip hot.
Can't tell her what I really do or where this money came from. I worked for the plug for a month, then I became one.
Baby, I just left the trenches with the killers there. Yo, they asked me, "Where's Dej?
" I said, "He's still in there.
" Funny, when he comes home, I'll probably be a millionaire. Christmas Day in the green, I had my dinner there.
Nine AM, sending texts, make sure the line's on.
You better hope I don't get the law, I'm finna buy one. Your friends too outside, I prefer the shy ones.
You gotta keep a real bitch close if you find one. We're trying to burn a boy, somebody's fucked tonight.
I'm feeling paranoid, my spinna's getting tucked tonight.
We in the field, so don't be running out of luck tonight, and don't phone her phone, she with us in the truck tonight. I'm with my south ting in West Brom from Brum.
I got feds praying that they catch me with another gun.
I can't go back, please don't phone the jail and get me spun. I lost so much, I can't accept that we won.
But I guess that we winning, living better than I ever did. I gotta say Alhamdulillah for everything.
Cah I slept on the floor in the cat's yard for a bill, so when man said I'm actually a rap star, it gives me chills. Louis this, Louis that, but truth is I don't need it.
It probably just helps how I'm feeling.
Cah I put my prison issue trackie on and say, "On the yard, you getting money now.
How come you ain't said nothing to your dogs I'm getting money now?
" My slim ting wanna get her tits done, maybe if she does the brick run, or at least the stick run. Come on, bae, you know that we fucking.
If I tell the truth, a hundred quid ain't really nothing.
I just spent that in the wok with the weed man. I'm back now, but trust me, wait till the team land.
Bro, she ain't seeing man. In years, probably wonder how my life is doing.
When I caught my case, I thought my life was ruined. But it's calm, though.
Just know I'm doing better than ever, fam. I sent twenty P's to Michael Jackson and they Neverland.
Bro, you better get an umbrella, gang, it's raining.
If rap don't work, then I'm -staying in. -Spilling my. . .
Spilling my. . .
Spilling my truth.
Spilling my truth.
Jamie bring the beat back!