G63 Lyrics English Translation by Sfera Ebbasta
Oh, wow, Money Gang
G63 beneath the hotel (Grr)
Don’t think about my ex
Get out of the van, hop on the jet (Uaom)
Order a Crispy McBacon
Okay, check, it’s Money Gang (No)
They know I am the wave
Aquanaut, new Patek (Brr)
She’s getting wet, making a “splash”
Okay
One million becomes three, then four, then five, then six, then seven (Grr)
For money, we have antennas (Bu-bu)
Even the walls here have ears (Bu-bu)
Ass on a [?], a picture of her ass in my DMs
Billion Headz Money Gang, Billion Headz Money Gang (No), hey
We’re doing it for real, love me or hate me, I don’t even care (No-no)
Came out clean from the thickets, from a bed of nails, from barbed wire (No-no)
I’m at the top, bro, I’m not leaving
Richard Millie costs like a Lambo (Skrrt)
I call Tano, and he arrives in an instant
Pedigree, I have the scene on a leash
She says she feels melancholy every time she thinks of me
She says I’m better than her ex, says I’m better than the next (Bu-bu)
We grew up in the suburbs (Bu-bu)
Now I’m a prince like in Bel Air
This jet has twelve seats like the apostles (Brr)
G63 beneath the hotel (Ciny)
Don’t think about my ex
Get out of the van, hop on the jet (Uaom)
Order a Crispy McBacon
Okay, check, it’s Money Gang (No)
They know I am the wave
Aquanaut, new Patek (Brr)
She’s getting wet, making a “splash”
Don’t act like a bad man or a randa (No)
You’re not Batman, bro, you’re Rayman
Degree on the street, bro, not at Harvard
Bro, you’re sinking, blame it on karma
Don’t say “Bando” with your crew
One plays Rambo, one, bro, is Van Damme
One has an AK, the other a butterfly knife
How does someone like you make it on the street?
I have a MILF with me like Stifler
Look there, [?] like Spielberg
Zzala, bro, I’m a cult like “Still D.R.E.”
Never doubt my street cred’
She says, “I love you,” while the mascara runs (Yeah)
But she seems a bit of a fake bitch (Yes)
You believed they were killers
Four kids with ski masks, haha
I was out of cash, but now I’m back in business
Gave it to her in a motel, she was looking for love, Black Eyed Peas
Your album, bro, is a real flop
Bro, it’s a well-deserved failure (Disgusting)
I’m not giving you this gift (No)
I won’t piss on you, I’ll wash you
Hey, Money Gang, Money Gang, Santana
Fans, hawks, drones chasing us in the air
Towards lean, it’s not holy water
Only half a line costs 350
You know I always have a .38 behind me
Giga, it’s not a shoe size
Your rhymes go from A to Z
Mine go from A to K
Bro, how can they hate me if I don’t even know they exist? (Bu-bu, Milan)
And only if she’s been fucked after can she be in a video (Exactly)
Wide accounts that burst the PIN, bro
Skinny friends because they sip it
Exotic Fanta like a strip show
Mine tear your smile away
I have a stick in Evisu jeans
It can turn you into miso soup
Guys on guard 24/7, at 20, they already have wrinkles on their faces
Putting Corsico on the map, you’ll have to get used to seeing my face
I’m at the top, I call Sfera, then Lazza
In Milan, a crown is not enough (Milan)
G63 beneath the hotel (Grr)
Don’t think about my ex
Get out of the van, hop on the jet (Uaom)
Order a Crispy McBacon
Okay, check, it’s Money Gang (No)
They know I am the wave
Aquanaut, new Patek (Brr)
She’s getting wet, making a “splash”
G63 beneath the hotel (Ciny)
Don’t think about my ex
Get out of the van, hop on the jet (Uaom)
Order a Crispy McBacon
Okay, check, it’s Money Gang (No)
They know I am the wave
Aquanaut, new Patek (Brr)
She’s getting wet, making a “splash”