MO’ MONEY MO’ HATERS Lyrics English Translation by Summer Cem & Shirin David
(feat. Shirin David)
(Geenaro)
(So, I’m goin’ to Ghana)
You’re a gold-digger, Siki gotta do the Moonwalk
Then flee to a spa town for therapy
South Carolina or New Orleans?
The way you perform, you’d get a YouPorn deal
She’s a head-fucker, fucker-upper, mood-killer, true sinner
‘Cause she’s Lucifer’s second cousin
Bad bitches at my table, I got enough liquor
For “Tamam Tamam” I expect a Pulitzer
Killer in the fucking Bottega
More money, more problems, more haters
Doing this shit blind, rapping is a no-brainer
Stacking our paper up with every record
You’re the assistant coach, but Summer is the main man
Amen, two M’s, one placement
My chains do the breakdance
Yeah, baby, call me Space Cem
The whole club shakes, shit, to the stuff you dumb-walk to
CC, send the bitches a group email
1942, no regular stuff
What’s up, mommy? Tell me what’s up
You get yourself ready? (Mh-hm)
Mani, pedi done? (Aha)
1942, no regular stuff
What’s up, mommy? Tell me what’s up (Yuh)
Babsi, the Barbie, the baddie, the queen
One killer, two rams, it’s Cem and Shirin (Ah)
I eat God’s food, I’m a made diva (Diva)
Organic certified, my dates come from Palestine, ah (Free)
Hot damn ho, here we go again (Go)
If you’re not a masc, I’m not a femme (Nah)
I’m bi, son, like Appa in Avatar
No matter how baba you are, I’m Barbara (Brrt)
Haters call me Nicki on Wish
‘Cause they don’t know any other female rappers besides Nicki and me (Uh)
You want me to react? Try harder
After weak songs I don’t turn around like on The Voice
Rap queen, years at the top
Not Epstein, but everyone’s waiting ’cause of a long list
I’m above any doubt
At the next shitstorm I’ll have two furs
The whole club shakes, shit, to the stuff you dumb-walk to
CC, send the bitches a group email
1942, no regular stuff
What’s up, mommy? Tell me what’s up
You get yourself ready? (Mh-hm)
Mani, pedi done? (Aha)
1942, no regular stuff
What’s up, mommy? Tell me what’s up