Casablanca English Translation Lyrics by Lucho SSJ
Yeah
Running after dollars
Yeah, yeah
After dollars
Running after dollars, after dollars
No, no, yeah
Wow, Awesome
Ha
I’m smoking the fifth in the tank, amphibious flow
Changing skins, Prada, Dior, the Visa’s crying for help (Prr!)
I don’t stop killing beats, maybe I’ll go to jail for homicide
It seems I have multiple lives, changing cars like I change addresses (You got it)
A Rolette and an AP (Yah!)
An i7 with a G63 (Yeah, prr!)
Casablanca, bae, Moncler (Yah)
Soon we’ll be on the Pateks
Tokyo, London, NY, LA
All these bitches say my name
Running after dollars
I’ll give them to my kids and grandkids (Pa, pa!; Duko!)
Every time bigger, no doubt about it
I write bars, they always come out hard
I’ve got more than one skill (Grr, pa!)
On God, I cultivated them over a few moons
I dream of being half as good as a certain Neruda (Prra!)
Sometimes my trap songs are lullabies
Flow Jordan, no one can block me
I’m dripping in Bape from head to toe
I want a Hellcat and an AP on my wrist
More nights in Paris than Kylian Mbappé
Here we’re legends, not trappers
Killing the beat from the sample
I stay with those who fought with me
Doubling today what was lost yesterday
A girl as fine as Taylor Swift
Had gray hair and a frozen neck
I told her, “Bae, no more jealousy, please”
I take her to Paris to make her happy
On the edge, jumping into the void
With full pockets and an empty heart
I put a Moncler on my cold heart
No one betrays if I don’t trust
If I don’t trust, mine are clear
How I handle myself, I don’t deviate
I never let myself down and earn my own
Looking at the reflection, my only friend
A Rolette and an AP (Yah!)
An i7 with a G63 (Yeah, prr!)
Casablanca, bae, Moncler (Yah)
Soon we’ll be on the Pateks
Tokyo, London, NY, LA
All these bitches say my name
Running after dollars
I’ll give them to my kids and grandkids
Running after dollars
I’ll give them to my kids and grandkids
Running after dollars
I’ll give them to my kids and grandkids
Running after dollars (After dollars), after dollars
Running after dollars (Running after dollars)
I’m like Thompson, shooting from the corner
Moving my stuff, mine in the corner
Louis V are the bags and Supreme the ski masks
We hit the streets to make you depressed (Ha)
When they see the key I handle (I handle)
They’re trying to bring me down, mine are clear, I don’t back down for anyone
Making songs early to get rich when we’re old (Ha)
Now they want to agree with me, but when I told them they called me crazy
They just want to be on camera, but when they see me they end up out of focus
Focus, hoarse, the only champion from another country, Toronto
Other friends singing are alone, smoking L with Han Solo
A Rolette and an AP
An i7 with a G63
Casablanca, bae, Moncler
Soon we’ll be on the Pateks
Tokyo, London, NY, LA
All these bitches say my name
Running after dollars
I’ll give them to my kids and grandkids
An AP
A Rolette and an AP
Ha
Ha, trap, yah, oh-oh
SSJ, ma, fuck