Текст песни Millionaira Champagne (Ice Prince) с переводом

Ladies and Gentlemen

I go by the name DJ Lambo

We bouta get this party moving

I got a few of my brothers in the house sipping on that Millionaira Champagne

You know what I’m saying!!!

Ice, Sarkordie, M. I

There’s a lot of girls in here

But you’re looking like you the one

Omoge just be sincere

You know you wanna have fun

Why don’t you come kick it with a young black African millionaire

Come kick it with a young black African millionaire

Ok, look at you, now look at us

Talk true, who resemble boss?

Yeah, boy me no think of that

Man been flirting with the women’s

Love back to back

Been a long time we been schooling cats how to rap

I been about my bullets

Been getting loaded out the cataract

Yeah I rap the hardest shit

Yeah I do it back to back

Yeah I rap on aboki and I VIP after that

But what you gonna do me

My nigga that why I laugh at that

Like OMG cus boy them a talk a lot

Niggas gettin smokin, but we burnin fast back to back

Rappers calculating me, yeah I’m adding my further math to that

Kill me or after that, who the bum or who the aftermath?

You can react to that and get seizure or a heart attack

I’m tired of the bullshit and all the crap

I ain’t tryna prove a point that I can murder raps

If I controlling that, put your ass into another lap

Put your ass to sleep and show your girl that I was all of that!

Ok ok ok, I’m vexing. Shabi you no see say we don dey sweat since

Man demma shoot, man camouflage flexing

Say na dem dey badder, she na me kon say my neck slim

Its goons on the left goons on the right, goons in the club

Goons everywhere a broda man go

Girls on me cells, girls in me home, girls on me whatsapp

Make a badman a lay low

Everytime we roll we, we got 16 cars

Everytime we touchdown, we got 16 broads

Real niggas in the building girls itching for

And I swear, M. I I thought I had had 16 bars

(Theres alot of girls in here though)

There’s a lot of girls in here

But you’re looking like you the one

Omoge just be sincere

You know you wanna have fun

Why don’t you come kick it with a young black African millionaire

Come kick it with a young black African millionaire

Ok, look at you, now look at us

Talk true, who resemble boss?

Me I got a million here, million there

Looking for some pretty young girl with some long hair

From the ghetto, me I don’t care cus its not fair

To give it to a rich girl mehnnn, now who goes there?

Rocking on the prada, the Sark jeans, the Louis

I be the family guy with brains, yeah they call me stewie

Hop on the plane and straight to VIP if I wanna weewee

I just pull out my cock so all the cabin crew can see me

Baby I’m a boss, I don’t know what they do

I make enough money, my bank account is just ungrateful

Some people smelling poverty, men thats kinda painful

But you gotta kick ass to be a charlie’s angel; Single

Dominoes, Cuban cigars

Mr Incredible the way you dropping your bars

Make me wanna switch it up from Jay to Kendrick Lamar

We the realest in the game, fuck who you are!

Money, money, money bags

Money, money, money baaaags

I’mma be the best that you’ve ever had

Take you on the trips, you ain’t coming back

Them niggas is silly they use the range (rain?) to rush my baby

But I be the millionaire, my taxi sef be new Mercedes

Every time I pull up in Lamborghini the like odinkwa save me

Them for pay me just to stop because the love is crazy

Show me love, baby show me love

Follow me girl you know whats up

Pocket full of money Cedi and the Naira

I’mma break it down for you raw like a cypher

What else?

There’s a lot of girls in here

But you’re looking like you the one

Omoge just be sincere

You know you wanna have fun

Why don’t you come kick it with a young black African millionaire

Come kick it with a young black African millionaire

Ok, look at you, now look at us

Talk true, who resemble boss?

Baby can I have your phone digits

So maybe you can come kick it, no dey form busy

You know that you and I together, we can run Gidi

I’m talkin didididi don dididi don diggy…

Whatever you’re thinking you want baby come get it

I’m big homie like I’m Sean Diddy or maybe Sean Carter

I rhyme harder, explosive like I’m gun powder

I’m killing the beat, tell the producer to make the drums louder

They talking funny money, they making it rain — I’m making it tsunami man

You got it? I got the Juice like I’m Ndani

I’m on my grown-ish, they talking childish, they talking Barney

Them little boys they don’t concern me

Now all the single ladies, now put your hands up

And even if you got a man, that dude is bankrupt, STAND UP!

Ladies, welcome to the millionaire fan club

I got em coming bra, I’m like a tank top

Cus she’s a star homie, and if you like it then you shuda hustle hard for it

And get a job for it, and buy the car for it

And girls, if he don’t really spend don’t let him sample it simple!

That nigga in your face he like a pimple

Me I’m just there to make you smile, I’m like a dimple

I got the funds-I'm-meant-to, call it FUND-A-MEN-TAL

President, chilling out, KAS, I’m presidential

Got money in my pocket and I dominate the market

And I always stay on topic when I rock it; You got me acting me cocky

I reverse d Bentley into the spot so he doesn’t see the Chairman written on the

license when I park it

Even as a little kid lyricist, I was very sick

I didn’t think that I will be very rich by the age of 26

By 28, the money great, I was getting accelerate, because of how I penetrate the

industry eventually

Respirate the less debate, investigate the best to make this music till it

generate

Some extra cake, I’m more like 50mil is just an estimate

And am just talking shows, my nigga your boy is?

I told you rappers lie on Lekki bridge

I’m Carrie Bradshaw boy. I'm f**ing Big

Fresh boy balling with them J’s out

You’re like an exit sign, you're on the way out

Am feeling like I just began a new life

Most the shit I spit over your head my nigga; Boom Mic

Making more Millions than M. I is true right?

Story for the gods my nigga; Tales by Moonlight…

Outro:

Bottles on the floor, I ain’t worry bout nothing and you know it

You move too fast like you ain’t got class just slow it

So why you gotta act like, you ain’t even know how to dance right