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Description
Producer: 614ASE
Programmer: 614ASE
Vocals: BashfortheWorld
Featured Vocals: OHGEESY
Composer, Lyricist, Writer: Sebastian Martell
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ayy, damn.
Ayy,
Rich Top, uh.
Ayy.
Rich Top, I might came with a fifty.
Hit the club, pop bottles, sip drank and get tipsy. We fuck models, bad bitches get with me.
So many hoes, I ain't trippin', I know one finna pick me. I been trappin' so long that I can't tell that I'm fifty.
I got a nigga killed on my wrist worth a sixty.
My migo caught a charge, he locked up and it killed me.
Free my nigga down the road, the judge said that he guilty, ayy. My lawyer is Black and my Cadillac too. My skin color brown and my manager
Jew. My main bitch is white but she Mexican too.
I'm a triple D nigga, thug it -out and get two.
-Rich migo out the West, niggas know the come correct. Why you goin' out sad? Lookin' broke and so depressed.
Take the soda off scale and I put it on press. If it come to my mind, I get it off my chest.
Wrist glitter, make a movie and a special effect.
Get a bitch, make a movie with spectacular neck. Me and my niggas, that's who be runnin' the West.
I put money on your head, don't invest in a vest. I be too turnt up, so involved in the mess.
I don't talk to no labels 'less they cutting a check.
I mean a big one, scope on a big gun. And I got accessories, laser and a big drum.
Nigga spend a hundred and he actin' like he did something. Nigga, you ain't did nothing.
Pipe like a big plumber. Like DJ Mustard, I been ballin' hard for ten something.
Send money to your baby mama, tell her get to kissin'. Ayy, nigga.
I go presidential, Daytona, two tone. Jubilee trap nigga, I got two phones.
Two times, that my twins, say what you on?
I got the hood in the crib, this a group -home.
-Ayy, meanwhile I put my pants up 'fore I say, "What's happening? " I spent a decade in the hood and I'm still active.
I'm ten years in the game and I'm still trapping.
You been a bitch for ten years and you -still acting.
-I spend my nights in the trap, spend my days spendin' Fendi. I'm leaving out the mall with bags of Givenchy.
Some my niggas on the block squeeze the trigger 'til it's empty.
Some my niggas sell dope and came up off of hemp seeds.
English translation
Ayy, damn.
Ayy,
Rich Top, uh.
Ayy.
Rich Top, I might came with a fifty.
Hit the club, pop bottles, sip drank and get tipsy. We fuck models, bad bitches get with me.
So many hoes, I ain't trippin', I know one finna pick me. I been trappin' so long that I can't tell that I'm fifty.
I got a nigga killed on my wrist worth a sixty.
My migo caught a charge, he locked up and it killed me.
Free my nigga down the road, the judge said that he guilty, ayy. My lawyer is Black and my Cadillac too. My skin color brown and my manager
Jew. My main bitch is white but she Mexican too.
I'm a triple D nigga, thug it -out and get two.
-Rich migo out the West, niggas know the come correct. Why you goin' out sad? Lookin' broke and so depressed.
Take the soda off scale and I put it on press. If it come to my mind, I get it off my chest.
Wrist glitter, make a movie and a special effect.
Get a bitch, make a movie with spectacular neck. Me and my niggas, that's who be runnin' the West.
I put money on your head, don't invest in a vest. I be too turnt up, so involved in the mess.
I don't talk to no labels 'less they cutting a check.
I mean a big one, scope on a big gun. And I got accessories, laser and a big drum.
Nigga spend a hundred and he actin' like he did something. Nigga, you ain't did nothing.
Pipe like a big plumber. Like DJ Mustard, I been ballin' hard for ten something.
Send money to your baby mama, tell her get to kissin'. Ayy, nigga.
I go presidential, Daytona, two tone. Jubilee trap nigga, I got two phones.
Two times, that my twins, say what you on?
I got the hood in the crib, this a group -home.
-Ayy, meanwhile I put my pants up 'fore I say, "What's happening? " I spent a decade in the hood and I'm still active.
I'm ten years in the game and I'm still trapping.
You been a bitch for ten years and you -still acting.
-I spend my nights in the trap, spend my days spendin' Fendi. I'm leaving out the mall with bags of Givenchy.
Some my niggas on the block squeeze the trigger 'til it's empty.
Some my niggas sell dope and came up off of hemp seeds.