Jimmy Kran - Tran$late

Work hard but I don't gotta to punch in
So high fore I get to function
Bad bitch hit my hit my line for the lovin'
Boss up gotta learn how to run shit
Been thru some shit in the muddy
Long nights I was stuck in the dungeon
I was broke then I got me some money
Paper cuts so the blood stay running
All these clothes I should buy me a runway
Hit the club and my song stay bumping
Wait
Pour me some more
Bad ass chick yeah she already know
Get so high Ima smoke my dough
Love my life and I love my dough
Now I'm the man, need a new crib in Japan
I need rocks all in my hands, need a new crib for my friends
Everyday it's a backend
Every holiday a present
I can't ask for much more, family good so what's more, maybe just a world tour

Can't understand my money talk, need google translate, Mazel tov
Pour ducé like it's Martigraw, say

Casually, I just been making a masterpiece
I just been causing these casualties I have been pavin a way for those after me
I got a plan just to run up my salary
Yeah
Since I was young I have strictly been honest, they call me the goat
But I been stayin modest, I got me a bitch and she fine and exotic
She callin me daddy whenever I pop it
Yeah
They callin me different, I guess I'll admit
They stay in a box and I stay climbing out and they call it ridiculous
Attention to words and the way that I talk, they call it meticulous
Givenchy and prada all over my sock, the way that I'm dripping it
Coffee and joints in the crib how I rock, cuz I'm from New England, ya dig?
Cuz I'm from New, ya dig?

Can't understand my money talk, need google translate, Mazel tov
Pour ducé like it's Martigraw, say

Yeah it's young jimmy kay
Still stuck in my ways
On the road no breaks
Bad bitch cute face
Yeah she giving me face and
Light the jay and I face it
Air 1's on my feet girl
Black and white they not racist
Coulda trapped out the basement
Got a job and I made it
Uncle J in the cage still, been locked up on some fake shit
Balenciaga the gucci and prada the shit that we spend we addicted to dollars
I don't give a fuck gotta get to the guala and stack all the chips I put that on my mama

Not with the drama, I cant relax
Bro in Brazil always stay with a strap
Like when I sing but she love when I rap
We don't make love I just hit from the back
I got a plan just up the racks
I been on top take a look at the stats
Y'all steady cappin I stay with facts
Came a long way from a floor and mat
I see a bigger dream, I gotta keep it a hunnit for real
Paper trail lookin green, stack in my pants lookin like a Galil
East coast where I be, but you know that I got ties in Brazil
Call my phone let it ring, I only be talking business for real

Yeah it's young jimmy kay
Still stuck in my ways
On the road no breaks
Bad bitch cute face
Yeah she giving me face and
Light the jay and I face it
Air 1's on my feet girl
Black and white they not racist
Coulda trapped out the basement
Got a job and I made it
Uncle J in the cage still, been locked up on some fake shit
Balenciaga the gucci and prada the shit that we spend we addicted to dollars
I don't give a fuck gotta get to the guala and stack all the chips I put that on my mama

Lotta wins and few losses, turn the brothas into bosses
That's the overall plan, do it for the fam gotta stay cautious
New chick look flawless, new whip color chocolate
Take her out, then I eat it out, say she love the vibes up in Boston
Plain jain, had to bust down, shit is so cold I could ice skate
Chardonnay to the damn face, no you can't stay you a lightweight
Studio with the day 1's makin big hits it's a nice day
Thought I left then I came back with a big big it's a nice day

Written by:
Jimmy Kran

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