When they talk about me, they say I be tripping
what they say about doesn't make me mad
i think they hating 'cause they see me when i'm
rolling
man, i can't help it that they really doing bad
ok, alright (they sick)
ok, you're right (i'm rich)
ok, alright (i grind)
ok, you're right (for mine)
Eles falam de mim, dizem que eu tô louco
É que eu não paro, canto até quando eu to rouco
To juntando grana, então já é me da meu troco
Eu não sou palhaço, vivo tanto quanto o Bozo
Mas a sua mina até vem sorrir de mim
É um cara de sorte por que eu não to afim
A minha tá olhando, ta ficando furiosa
A pista tá bombando, minha rima é um mar de rosa
Então me da licença porque tá é viajando
Até sobre mal tempo eu sigo cantando
E deixa eu trabalhar, tu só ta me atrapalhando
Quer se aparecer, ainda ta me invejando
When they talk about me, they say I be tripping
what they say about doesn't make me mad
i think they hating 'cause they see me when i'm
rolling
man, i can't help it that they really doing bad
ok, alright (they sick)
ok, you're right (i'm rich)
ok, alright (i grind)
ok, you're right (for mine)
A onda agora é dizer que eu to viciado
Nego bate no meu carro e eu que to errado
Tão atrás de mim, agora eu to procurado
Eu vou pro júri, posso ser até julgado
Tiozinho não deixou (???) na garagem
E tretou comigo e ainda me falou bobagem
Ficou com medo, velho
Não teve coragem de falar na minha cara e se escondeu atrás das grades
Sou um homem feito, minha versão ta atualizada
Pai não é padrasto que só (???) gargalhada
Brinco com as palavras, é mente organizada
Pupilas dilatadas, eu não pude fazer nada
When they talk about me, they say I be tripping
what they say about doesn't make me mad
i think they hating 'cause they see me when i'm
rolling
man, i can't help it that they really doing bad
ok, alright (they sick)
ok, you're right (i'm rich)
ok, alright (i grind)
ok, you're right (for mine)
i blew a hundred gs on my bitches in miami
they think i'm the sweetest thing invented since
candy
me, i catch amnesia when you ask me bout the shotty
i don't even know my name, switching my lanes in my
bugatti
nigga, i ain't crazy, bitches like me 'cause i'm paid
they want me, Lebron, Kobe, or Dwyane Wade
when i say i'm balling, i'm not talking 'bout a ball
i'm talking about Tiffany & Co. stones out the mall
niggas, they can hate all they want but they know they
like this
me, i'm like that painting on the wall, baby, i'm
priceless
you can come and work me over baby on the night shift
catch me on the night shift, see how freaky i get
When they talk about me, they say I be tripping
what they say about doesn't make me mad
i think they hating 'cause they see me when i'm
rolling
man, i can't help it that they really doing bad
ok, alright (they sick)
ok, you're right (i'm rich)
ok, alright (i grind)
ok, you're right (for mine)
ok ok ok ok
sho ya right
ok ok ok ok
ya know ya right
ok alright ok alright
ok alright ok you're right
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