Текст песни: Pandemonium + перевод

Three passports, three first class tickets to the money

Straight flights

I live by the code, wardrobe from 'round the globe

All I need is a kilo, an apron, show me the stove

General Electric perfected, cooking them O’s

No more peanut butter sandwiches, now we looking at loaves

Hoes, I need a condom for my toast

Busting in these niggas, standing flat footed, I’m on my toes

Froze, pandemonium overdose

Paparazzi in the trees, please, curtains closed

Armadillo cigars, killers who like to play golf

Heroin transactions with Russian shots of the Smirnoff

Playing for keeps, I bust in 'em fore she get off

I run the city just pull up and drop the kid off

Hah, welcome to organized crime

Money got me excited, I’m cumming four or five times

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Penthouse on Collins, money long as Ocean drive

Black Chevy Tahoe’s, Haitians up out the potholes

My place spacious, smoking aces in Lagos

Feds get involved, I’m slipping off into Senegal

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch I’ve been a boss

Counting money stacks, yours’s counterfitted

I made my money back when your accountant didn’t

Went against the odds, there’s only one Rozay

(M-M-Maybach Music) My nigga okay

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

Started in the back now we the niggas in the front

Step out on the block, all the bitches, they still in shock

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

Pandemonium, causing pandemonium

Half a million for the same car we rolling in

Pandemonium, pandemonium

We the number one niggas your bitch noticing

Rollin', we rollin', yeah

Million ways to make this money, you gon' get it

On the grind 24/7, I’m with it

YSL swagger, wrist wear frigid

Jumping out the Phantom like a muh’fuckin' midget

Money knocking at the front door, I’m like, «Who is it?»

It’s Benji, tell my lil nigga go and get it

Cause I’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Lamborghini dreaming, thinking how I’m gon' spend it

I’m like one’s for the money, two’s for the show of it

Three’s for the bitches that be fucking for the ho of it

Four for my niggas that be stacking and then blowing it

You would think I had a curfew the way I’m going in

Look at what we rolling in, causing pandemonium

Papi got them keys in, he like my custodian

I was tryna bag a brick, you was Nickelodeon

I was in them trenches getting down and dirty serving it

We is part the reason that them churches got some services

The morgue could afford just cause we was doing the murdering

Nigga called my phone talking reckless, I ain’t heard of it

Fuck your girl, give her back, I’m courteous

I can keep a secret with Vicky, have a menage with Nicki

And be out London with Lauren and telling Meagan Good morning

Catch me rolling with Kelly or at the Hilton with Paris

From Hollywood to the hood, I want a mom and I swear

That I want 'em all, wanna fuck 'em all

Had my niggas down so I’m screaming fuck the law

Monday night wrestling, I’m so fucking raw

She gon wipe me down, I’ma brush her off

I’m way harder than the concrete, I say what my mind speak

Word to the homie Ross, I can get that nine piece

For the low, that nine cheap, call me if you want it, haters see me

And I’m stunting, got 'em sick into their stomach, ha

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

Started in the back now we the niggas in the front

Step out on the block, all the bitches, they still in shock

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

Pandemonium, causing pandemonium

Half a million for the same car we rolling in

Pandemonium, pandemonium

We the number one niggas your bitch noticing

Just count me in, yeah

Whole time, see that fly shit I’ve been on

All the girlfriends fall in line from my spin off

That’s game bitch, ain’t shit, Nudies and some J6

Where I’m from it’s cold and niggas get at you like handkerchiefs

God bless you unless you was disrespectful

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you, huh

They say I’m special as Devin Hester on fourth down

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain’t worried about

Catch me at the carry out, mumbo sauce and half-and-half

Flyest niggas out here, period, no maxi-pad

Bitch I got a right to brag, bitch I got a right to boast

Presidential suite and bitch, I never use my right to vote

My vision enormous, my bitches is gorgeous

And I am dead serious, bitch I spit with embalming

Shout out to Lil G, shout out Tre and Mohammad

That BOA shit, we get paid with death over dishonor

I’m known as Obama’s though I know no one in Congress

These bitches love me all the way, you got sorta’s and kinda’s

Sort of remind you why you don’t court no vagina

Just give 'em awesome intercourse and ignore their inquires

Quietly becoming a top tier

You dreamed of getting green, best believe I’m John Deere

Snip green as Moncler shit, earth tones in the winter

Purp rolled in a 'rillo, I am on my John Lithgow

Out of this 3rd Rock, nigga air it out

I am on my Tom Brady, y’all niggas is Eric Crouch

What the bloodclot? Tommie Frazier, fuck yourself

I can’t see your album coming, that shit’s like a sucker punch

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch, dinnertime, she bring a friend

Write my shit so vicious, y’all like snitches, you can’t see the pen

Always on some new shit, CNN

Shitting on these niggas like I need Depends

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

Started in the back now we the niggas in the front

Step out on the block, all the bitches, they still in shock

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

Pandemonium, causing pandemonium

Half a million for the same car we rolling in

Pandemonium, pandemonium

We the number one niggas your bitch noticing

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