MONEY I LOVE IT English Translation Lyrics by HOODBLAQ
They know I have to go when the street calls
Enjoying the air on the block, every breath
Believe me, I never want to leave here
They know I have to go when the street calls
Enjoying the air on the block, every breath
Believe me, I never want to leave here
Big Stepper (Gang), Big Moves (Gang)
Hitmaker (Gang), Big Flows (Gang)
No Capper (Gang), screw rappers (Gang)
Real Trapper (Gang), I shoot (Gang)
Like a G, sit in joggers VIP
I’m Jamaican like Vybz Kartel and B.I.G. (Batty-Boy)
G-G-Gene dominant (Yeah), give her backshots with power (Big)
Undercover cops on my block, see the dogs lurking (F*** Police)
Pits are barking, but no one messes with HoodBlaq (Yeah)
Yeah, I catch you in the evening and your family is mourning
Big-Man-Ting, pull the Glizz and shoot (Yeah)
Please don’t talk to me, keep your distance (Yeah)
Big-Man-Ting, pull the Glizz and shoot (Yeah)
Yeah, they come now because money makes you interesting (Yeah)
Sweater Dior and a nine in my pocket (Yeah)
In the circle, only ballers, the money, I love it (Woah)
Pouring cup after cup and building a rocket (Yeah, yeah)
I step on the stage and the fans make a mosh pit (Gang-Shit)
Sweater Dior and a nine in my pocket (Yeah)
In the circle, only ballers, the money, I love it (Woah)
Pouring cup after cup and building a rocket (Yeah, yeah)
I step on the stage and the fans make a mosh pit (Gang-Shit)
Your girl is a thottie, goes on her knees, takes it deep (Little B****)
She says she cuddles with him (Gang), but likes to screw with G’s (Ah)
She steps into the crib and gets wet after one look
Bad B, turn around, shake your big butt for the big boys (Bow)
I have issues (Yeah), she notices (Yeah), she likes it (Yeah)
I make buds, live dangerously in my bando (Bando)
Smoke Cali without tobacco, the b**** annoys when she nags
I’m in the bando only with Xabat, run for family and La3ak (Bow, bow)
Double-cup mix is pink
She wants a ring from me (B****)
Her sister wants a child from me (Gang)
The best friend asks me what I think of her
I sprint as fast as the wind
I’m out of there, back in the trap (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
F*** hoes, real G’s prefer chasing racks
3.5 in my pack (Gang)
Sweater Dior and a nine in my pocket (Yeah)
In the circle, only ballers, the money, I love it (Woah)
Pouring cup after cup and building a rocket (Yeah, yeah)
I step on the stage and the fans make a mosh pit (Gang-Shit)
Sweater Dior and a nine in my pocket (Yeah)
In the circle, only ballers, the money, I love it (Woah)
Pouring cup after cup and building a rocket (Yeah, yeah)
I step on the stage and the fans make a mosh pit (Gang-Shit)
Sweater Dior and a nine in my pocket (Yeah)
In the circle, only ballers, the money, I love it (Woah)
Pouring cup after cup and building a rocket (Yeah, yeah)
I step on the stage and the fans make a mosh pit (Gang-Shit)