Clarent Lyrics English Translation by Clarent
Asshole, stop moving around, they can hear
Ah
The Ballers from the City, yeah
Turbo tells me to take off the chains, they can hear (Yeah)
It’s the sound of money (Ah)
Asshole, I’m a bandit in the pot (Yeah)
I’m an artist and I don’t let go of the .40
I answer the call and move sexy
We’re in the working, I got it in New Jersey
How I use the Glizzy under the jersey
All the bitches for the Baller
They want drugs, they want sex, and I got the natural ones
In PR they don’t give muse, I don’t want no locals
Now she says I got mental problems
Ma, you’re the crazy one, they’re Frito-Lay
I smoke a black and gaze at the Empire State
In Miami in Cullinan, in New York, the Escalade
We mock the system, we mock the law
All my shooters, motherfucker, NCAA
Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey
Don’t talk to me about jewelry if the watch ain’t Plein
Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey (Ah)
Free CHIMI, free Pampa, free Dobleta (Yeah)
I live for the Glizzy, a stash of mags in the drawer
From Cartier to Rolex and from Rolex to the Patek
My boys will set you up (Yeah)
She ain’t got a man, just wants to have fun
She wants dick, ma, where you headed to?
I’m a Baller, you won’t make me fall in love
I’m Roberto Clemente in my city
And all these bitches wanna say hi
After I hit it, you won’t see me again
Light the blunt, let it start bouncing
For talking like you’d take me down
All the bitches for the Baller
They want drugs, they want sex, and I got the natural ones
In PR they don’t give muse, I don’t want no locals
Now she says I got mental problems
Ma, you’re the crazy one, they’re Frito-Lay
I smoke a black and gaze at the Empire State
In Miami in Cullinan, in New York, the Escalade
We mock the system, we mock the law
All my shooters, motherfucker, NCAA
Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey
Don’t talk to me about jewelry if the watch ain’t Plein
Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey (Ey, ey, ey, ey)
Talking about who wasn’t killing
I’m a money getter, you weren’t playing the game
I ain’t the same since I lost Peluche for going to buy the juice
That was my brotha’
I can say I got a house around my neck
Where the bitches at? (Ah)
I like her face, but her body’s weird
If it ain’t a 10/10, I don’t want it, ah
(The Ballers from the City)
That’s a big fact
Tell me, Turbo (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
The Ballers from the City (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
That’s a big—
It’s some money talk
NCAA
Yeah
(Gra-gra boom, boom)