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Description
Producer: Metro Boomin
Lead Vocals: French Montana
Lead Vocals: Max B
Programmer: Metro Boomin
Recording Engineer: DeVonne "Knice" Knights
Mixing Engineer: DeVonne "Knice" Knights
Mastering Engineer: DeVonne "Knice" Knights
Atmos Mixing Engineer: DeVonne "Knice" Knights
Recording Engineer: Devin “DARRiS” Harris
Mixing Engineer: Jelani “Jay B Frosty” Bodden
Composer: Karim Kharbouch
Composer: Charles Wingate
Lyrics and translation
Original
Want it to sound right.
Narcos music.
Coke Wave boys.
That's Biggavel, Don Montayga.
Metro.
Fuck with this shit right here, though.
We don't give a fuck, let's go.
Yeah.
Park the double R, bring the truck out.
Bitch, it's bulletproof, I got my nuts out. Ask about the Don, I bring the sluts out.
Them niggas lookin' up, you niggas luckin' out. Fuck with the style, you must be buggin' out.
I did a seven ball, I had to thug it out.
Thug it out, bring the Louis luggage out.
Your bitch flirtin', I'm 'bout to come to your house.
Unbutton her blouse, I'm 'bout to fuck her mouth. She 'bout to make a play, I'ma cum on the couch.
This lobster shrimp, I'm done with the pouch. We run New York, but I fuck with the South.
You hate me, new AP.
Ooh, baby, new Mercedes. New paper, new caper.
New blazer, look what you made me.
China studio, get 'em drippy. Sipped the sixty, made a mil' day three.
Y'all ain't got a chance, y'all won't get me no more.
-Look at what became of me. -Montana, silk tops, these pea suits sip
Mo' juice. 'Rari trucks and Bent' coupes got no roof. And them broads off the Pimp
Juice, they so loose. Can't penetrate the Dream Team, we bulletproof.
I'm 'bout to park the coupe, bring the truck out.
I'm 'bout to go and grab the bag, break the fuck out.
Grab them bitches, tell them hoes, "Make the fuck out. " I got the cash, tell Hector bring the stuff out.
And we the culture, it don't matter what's out. Eighteen years later, Biggaveli fresh out.
Count eighteen million cash to get the stress out.
We them boys runnin' through 'em, bring your best out.
Hitting heels, bad bitches, kick the rest out.
We ain't chase the moments, we ain't gotta rush out.
Laying on his back, he came in with his chest out.
Elon Musk flipped the bird, put -the X out. -Yeah.
You hate me, new
AP.
Ooh, baby, new Mercedes.
New paper, new caper.
New blazer, look what you made me.
China studio, get 'em drippy. Sipped the sixty, made a mil' day three.
Y'all ain't got a chance, y'all won't get me no more.
Look at what became of me.
Look at what became of me.
Look at what became of me.
English translation
Want it to sound right.
Narcos music.
Coke Wave boys.
That's Biggavel, Don Montayga.
Metro.
Fuck with this shit right here, though.
We don't give a fuck, let's go.
Yeah.
Park the double R, bring the truck out.
Bitch, it's bulletproof, I got my nuts out. Ask about the Don, I bring the sluts out.
Them niggas lookin' up, you niggas luckin' out. Fuck with the style, you must be buggin' out.
I did a seven ball, I had to thug it out.
Thug it out, bring the Louis luggage out.
Your bitch flirtin', I'm 'bout to come to your house.
Unbutton her blouse, I'm 'bout to fuck her mouth. She 'bout to make a play, I'ma cum on the couch.
This lobster shrimp, I'm done with the pouch. We run New York, but I fuck with the South.
You hate me, new AP.
Ooh, baby, new Mercedes. New paper, new caper.
New blazer, look what you made me.
China studio, get 'em drippy. Sipped the sixty, made a mil' day three.
Y'all ain't got a chance, y'all won't get me no more.
-Look at what became of me. -Montana, silk tops, these pea suits sip
Mo' juice. 'Rari trucks and Bent' coupes got no roof. And them broads off the Pimp
Juice, they so loose. Can't penetrate the Dream Team, we bulletproof.
I'm 'bout to park the coupe, bring the truck out.
I'm 'bout to go and grab the bag, break the fuck out.
Grab them bitches, tell them hoes, "Make the fuck out. " I got the cash, tell Hector bring the stuff out.
And we the culture, it don't matter what's out. Eighteen years later, Biggaveli fresh out.
Count eighteen million cash to get the stress out.
We them boys runnin' through 'em, bring your best out.
Hitting heels, bad bitches, kick the rest out.
We ain't chase the moments, we ain't gotta rush out.
Laying on his back, he came in with his chest out.
Elon Musk flipped the bird, put -the X out. -Yeah.
You hate me, new
AP.
Ooh, baby, new Mercedes.
New paper, new caper.
New blazer, look what you made me.
China studio, get 'em drippy. Sipped the sixty, made a mil' day three.
Y'all ain't got a chance, y'all won't get me no more.
Look at what became of me.
Look at what became of me.
Look at what became of me.