Milly Lyrics English Translation by Club Dogo & Sfera Ebbasta
Do-Do-Do-Do-Don Joe
(Jake)
Window shoppers drooling on the glass, bro
Lambo, Gucci, Rollie, Jordan Retro, bro
I roll with some stallions with the gear in the pockets, ah
Another guy’s girl calling me on the celly, ah
Brother (Yeah), everyone wants to flow like this
Toke from the Grey Goose, three K for my shoes
Three smoking joints, brother, three cards in my blue jeans
Three grams of coke, bro, in a Gucci shoulder bag (Yeah)
With hundred-dollar bills in my shoes
Making money since you were in diapers (Yeah)
Rappers, the horse travels with the goods in the pocket, ah
The rich ones are his Easter eggs, ah
Others’ lives compressed in five photos (Uh)
Radiant smiles and bitter tears afterward
Pitbulls tearing apart toy dogs
Since the world exists, you want peace, bro, mind your own business, oh
Only with the cash, you can chill here
Lost in Milan City, they won’t hear you if you scream
Since we were kids, we’ve been thinking about making millions
Millions, millions, millions (G-U-È)
Earnings increase like the bass (Boom)
For these safes, I have lyrics like keys, everyday I’m hustlin’
Before Lacoste, I was much more low-cost (Ahahah)
Before the Royal Oak, decidedly broke (Broke)
Like I’m in porn, I embrace these millions (Ah)
A G from day one, it’s with my flow that I’m killing (Ah)
Born on Via della Spiga or born on Via della Sfiga (Ah-ah)
From the streets to the Bima, me and La Furia like coke and coffee (Uoh)
They pretend on IG as much as they can
News on TV that then turn red
Social media show luxury and wealth
Seen through the eyes of poverty and sadness
Balance breaks (Loco)
We’re not defined as pure in the dictionary (Nah)
I’d rather be a millionaire, plural (Ahah)
For you, a brother’s betrayal is a fee
I screw this scene because it’s mine, Khalifa (Ah)
Only with the cash, you can chill here
You’re in Milan City, they won’t hear you if you scream
Since we were kids, I thought about making millions (Money Gang)
Millions, millions, millions
I just wanted to make a million like Lil Wayne (Brr)
Then I pissed on everyone’s head, a k-way is no longer enough (No, no)
Ears with the bling (Uh), Richard Mille (Uh)
I put these kids to bed (Uh), they’re my children (Pah, pah, pah)
Northeast ring road (Yeah)
I’m pumping Dogo, pumping Jessica backstage (Uh, yah)
[?] sea motorcycle, zingarelli with [sea mash?]
Aiming at the watch, I remember, I dreamed of cash, cash (Uh, uh)
You were just a little kid
You know I come out of the smoke of exhaust pipes (Skrrt)
The bamba, the smoke, and the treats (Skrrt)
The Nokia with four bars (Skrrt), me in a room with four girls
I live fast, my hand rotates as we count these thousands
Inside the bank with the rifle, pah, pah, pah
Only with the cash, you can chill here
Lost in Milan City, they won’t hear you if you scream
Since we were kids, we thought about making millions
Millions, millions, millions