WEMBY Lyrics English Translation by Fleeky Bang
Stacks of money, racks
I love that beef, cut a steak
To move my money, need a crane
Stacks higher than Wembanyama
I’m Mr. Bang
Got my face sculpted
Want to see my enemies, ain’t no turning back
Because my enemies are gone, turned into dust
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don’t show my heart to people
So I enjoy fake love
I’m Mr. Run Down Gang
Go to the enemy and say, “Give me your chain”
UNEDU and Tray B, my favorite rappers
I can die for them, I still love them
You know I’m Fleeky Bang
It’s better not to step on my eyes
She wanted it, so I did it, bang
Meet her the next day, fuck her again
Do it, and do it, and do it again
She knows exactly who I am
And she approached me
One more time, put on clothes
Now, take her wallet
Stacks of money, racks
I love that beef, cut a steak
To move my money, need a crane
Stacks higher than Wembanyama
I’m Mr. Bang
Got my face sculpted
Want to see my enemies, ain’t no turning back
Because my enemies are gone, turned into dust
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m steady, stacking my dough, yeah
ICN, my second home, yeah
Girls never leave me alone
They love to get their freak on
When it comes to money talk, bet you know that I’m with it
If you want me, prepare the budget in advance
Our jobs may be the same, but different money paths
There are levels to this, strictly speaking
My car came with a new chick
Like a good car with expensive options
Acting friendly on the surface
All these rappers turning too Hollywood
I understand what’s going on, but now even songs are sold as emotional hip-hop
I’m just saying, you’re trying to leave
No one has accepted me, not even once here
Bitch, I ball like I’m Wemby
Shoot, it goes in
When I go to DIRTY PLAY and the club
I lay out the most expensive champagne
Accident bundles holding money stacks
A million will soon grow in the account
Fleeky, my brother, he’s gonna shoot to kill
If you act up, my youngins are going on a drill
Don’t sleep on my music, ’cause I am the man
I’m the man, the man with the plan
If I said it, come and try to take my chain
Fools don’t want it, asking for fame
Nothing is hard, not even one bit, I’m no lame
Never change lanes, I stay in my lane
Sometimes pop a pill to ease my pain
Until the day I die, GIMCHI stay the same
Stacks of money, racks
I love that beef, cut a steak
To move my money, need a crane
Stacks higher than Wembanyama
I’m Mr. Bang
Got my face sculpted
Want to see my enemies, ain’t no turning back
Because my enemies are gone, turned into dust