BILLY VAN English Translation Lyrics by Myke Towers
The day the trumpets sound, I hope I’ve asked forgiveness for my sins
Nowadays, too many gangsters online, they’re putting chips even in keyboards within
Today’s another birthday for the crew, bring the bottles down, and prep the scene
I threw on a press fit with a Chicago cap; if the ticket isn’t there, we’ll check the green
She wants to go with La Panterita, the girl’s searching for a Boricua vibe
She records herself whenever she’s alone, no filters there, no edits to hide
I’m still chasing the Benjamins; once I hunted them, now they come to me
I’m a Young King, like Lamine Yamal; I’m a Young King, like Nico Williams indeed
I keep hustling for my family, while staying safe from envy and strife
May Guzmán Loera be freed soon, and rest in peace to Escobar Gaviria’s life
I’m not one for small talk when it comes to the streets, I keep rolling the Cali pounds
They’re hoping the ship runs aground, but I’ve got a girl who loves rappelling around
Careful not to let the movie fall apart; they’re depressed, turning to pills in despair
My crew doesn’t cooperate; they’re out there flipping work everywhere
They’re asking how much I charge for a show; I keep grinding like I’m sterile, no care
The girl’s tanning in Capri now, but I remember when I didn’t have a penny to spare
It was all black and white, now it’s Murakami-colored life
My eyes feel dim, must be all the blunts I’ve lit up in the night
Now I’m everywhere, though sometimes I feel a bit lost
Every track’s a hit, every show’s been sold off
If I like her, I’ll DM her, and that body is mine
Nah, just kidding—I’m all about the hustle, not love this time
She fell for me when she saw me in Rick Owens’ line
I don’t leave comments on her profile, no sign
I pull up in the Cybertruck or the Hummer—your pick
I want to give her everything she dreams of, quick
One acts like Kim, the other like Kourtney, one’s Khloé in the mix
I need ten women like El Boe’s clique
I’m all about the distinct flair, just like Pío
How much do you need? Baby, take it, it’s real (Easy money)
I like thick girls, like Nicki Minaj’s appeal
She doesn’t want a boyfriend, just a flight to Milan to seal the deal
I don’t fall for girls like you—I know they come and go
I’ve got a magnet for money, and for cockroaches, I’m Billy Van, they know
Rolling through Europe in a Mercedes-Benz mini-van
They’re bitter, and honestly, it shows in their stance
I wish them well; I hope it goes as they planned
This one’s for the milestones I never got to celebrate
For the wild girls I missed out on, tied by commitments that came too late
If I were born again, I’d still be the Young King, no debate
That’s a yes, no maybe, no in-between
Without them knowing, their lives I’ve redeemed
Go ahead, ask around, haha.