VUDÚ English Translation Lyrics by ACRU
Ey, Tony, my man
It’s not gold on my neck that I earned
Drip Polo Cartier, it’s only class if I touch the paper
I surf his wave shooting his label, another December
Figures on paper bring me the amen, Pistea understands me
Extra hours to raise the stakes
To open the door for the digging
Facets and turns, 360° spins
I throw dead voices through the living room
I did it like Biggie
There’s so much of me that I never need a remix
Envy bleeds bile
While I read the harakiri of your iris
Covered in leather, we smoke standing up a mist of honey
Floating in the game and doing it again, surfing the level
Those rappers are trends
The showmatch of the invention
With forced voices and paid promotion
We saw them break in the lives
Time, give me health (Mhm)
Eyes on my voodoo
I have God stepping on the pedal
Driving around the world
Time, give me health (Health)
I just want health (Health)
I’ll handle the rest, give me the light
Acru (Acru!), we’re participants
We choose the princes
40 minutes on the GPS
I arrive and cook this delicacy
More photos than BTS
I smoke on the roof of the third floor
I look at the city with interest
And it seems like a Pinterest backdrop (Oh)
And before, we couldn’t even make it to the end of the month
Time, give me a bonus, give me health
Fame is nonsense
Heaven protects me, the hours heal me
And I see the future clearly
Singing, rapping quickly
So we lost our shyness
How much do you earn?
I’m not talking about money, I’m talking about respect
In the Dominican Republic, I’m going to Punta Cana
Because I feel like it, because I have time
I make the stop, I pay for the room
Who pays for my gray hairs? My back hurts
Years in this, and my life is healthy
We’re planted, and no one cuts us down
And time, give me more light
Love for me, love for the crew
We toast, we drink to health
Not for the bling bling, it’s for health
And I have God stepping on the pedal
I know everything comes to me (Ey, bitch)
Like young Lamine
Dodging wannabes, I do it
Time, give me health
Eyes on my voodoo
I have God stepping on the pedal
Driving around the world
Time, give me health (Health)
I just want health (Health)
I’ll handle the rest, give me the light (Ey)
Ey, Acru, my man
It’s not gold on my neck that I earned
Drip Polo Cartier, it’s only class if I touch the paper
I surf his wave shooting his label, another December
Figures on paper bring me the amen, Acru understands me
Ey, Tony, my man
It’s not gold on my neck that I earned (Ey-ey!)
Drip Polo Cartier, it’s only class if I touch the paper
I surf his wave shooting his label, another December
Figures on paper bring me the amen, Pistea me—
In the gang with my bro
In the gang with my bro
No muzzle, with my dogs
Freestyling in the club
Half blunt, we’re dope
Half blunt, we’re dope
Not for fame or for hoes
To the top, here I go
With Tony through the West
Globetrotters, double the haze
I’m blessed by croupiers
I weave the anthem with my feet
No wonder I feel like K-Dot
The prayer hides the prize
The bar dances, I’m their Playboy
And three white flowers fall into the guild
In the gang with my bro
In the gang with my bro
In the gang with my bro
In the gang with my bro
In the gang with my bro
In the gang with my bro
In the gang with my bro
In the gang with my bro
In the gang with my bro
In the gang with my bro
In the gang with my bro
In the gang with my bro