2024
2:46
Official Music Video
10pm On Fulton by Jay Critch
Lyrics & Translation
English
(Mo-mo-money)
Fave', uh, yeah
Quarter mil' cash, I was robbin' for a quarter pound
Had to get my money in order, I had to sort it out
I have a baddie missin' work, have her callin' out
Swear they goofies, I could say names and really call 'em out
I don't really listen to rappers, that shit be watered down
Every one recycling shit, it's gettin' boring now
I used to recycle the fits, I could afford it now
I done put my life in this shit, I'm gettin' rewarded now
Brodie score, we ballin' out
Another case, lawyer said, "This time it's gon' be forty thou'"
And free Swav, damn, lil' brodie need a lawyer now
I swear it's always something, fuck it though, you know it's sorted out
I separate the fake from the real, I got it sorted out
They in the barrel crawlin' out
I don't do no beefin', I'm in trap house with the porter house
Shooter creepin', get him chopped up, he in portions now
Summer time, I'm bringin' all the Lambs and all the Porsches out
I took a bag soon as I saw like the lost-and-found
They still playin', horsin' around
I was juggin' in my Polo, horses car got horses now
She a stallion, I'm a boss, she wanna get bossed around
Okay, awesome, take it off, get up in her walls and drown
Double cup muddy, mourin' my brothers, I gotta pour some out
You know I'm Talk Money, I don't want to hear nothing you niggas be talkin' 'bout
Crazy how they switched, they bitch made, no, we can't talk it out
Quick to tell a bitch, "Dip, go kick rocks, bitch, go walk it out"
Now she big mad
I bet she ride me 'cause I'm havin' motion, it's like Six Flags
Blues hangin' out my left pocket, look like a Crip flag
Shooters tryna hit him first, they ain't tryna play get-back
Ain't tryna go back-and-forth
Soon as you go give 'em what they askin', they gon' ask for more
Runnin' out of drank, I'm pourin' up like it's my last resort
Sippin' when I'm stressin'
Just go and get the money, this shit probably heal depression
A lot of people forcin' it, think they applyin' pressure
The whip super charged, but I ain't buyin' no Tesla
And we all made mistakes, but I be tryna correct them
Took a long jump of faith and I landed on some blessings
Know I'm one call away, if you need me come to the rescue
I'm higher than the rest, helicopter from the Hamptons, like, let's fly to the 'jects
Like, let's fly her to the hood
I take cash, card, credit and that wire transfer good
Shit ain't easy, it just look like it
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of 10pm On Fulton by Jay Critch
10pm On Fulton* (original Jay Critch)
(Mo-mo-money)
Fave', uh, yeah
Quarter mil' cash, I was robbin' for a quarter pound
Had to get my money in order, I had to sort it out
I have a baddie missin' work, have her callin' out
Swear they goofies, I could say names and really call 'em out
I don't really listen to rappers, that shit be watered down
Every one recycling shit, it's gettin' boring now
I used to recycle the fits, I could afford it now
I done put my life in this shit, I'm gettin' rewarded now
Brodie score, we ballin' out
Another case, lawyer said, "This time it's gon' be forty thou'"
And free Swav, damn, lil' brodie need a lawyer now
I swear it's always something, fuck it though, you know it's sorted out
I separate the fake from the real, I got it sorted out
They in the barrel crawlin' out
I don't do no beefin', I'm in trap house with the porter house
Shooter creepin', get him chopped up, he in portions now
Summer time, I'm bringin' all the Lambs and all the Porsches out
I took a bag soon as I saw like the lost-and-found
They still playin', horsin' around
I was juggin' in my Polo, horses car got horses now
She a stallion, I'm a boss, she wanna get bossed around
Okay, awesome, take it off, get up in her walls and drown
Double cup muddy, mourin' my brothers, I gotta pour some out
You know I'm Talk Money, I don't want to hear nothing you niggas be talkin' 'bout
Crazy how they switched, they bitch made, no, we can't talk it out
Quick to tell a bitch, "Dip, go kick rocks, bitch, go walk it out"
Now she big mad
I bet she ride me 'cause I'm havin' motion, it's like Six Flags
Blues hangin' out my left pocket, look like a Crip flag
Shooters tryna hit him first, they ain't tryna play get-back
Ain't tryna go back-and-forth
Soon as you go give 'em what they askin', they gon' ask for more
Runnin' out of drank, I'm pourin' up like it's my last resort
Sippin' when I'm stressin'
Just go and get the money, this shit probably heal depression
A lot of people forcin' it, think they applyin' pressure
The whip super charged, but I ain't buyin' no Tesla
And we all made mistakes, but I be tryna correct them
Took a long jump of faith and I landed on some blessings
Know I'm one call away, if you need me come to the rescue
I'm higher than the rest, helicopter from the Hamptons, like, let's fly to the 'jects
Like, let's fly her to the hood
I take cash, card, credit and that wire transfer good
Shit ain't easy, it just look like it
10pm On Fulton (traducción LyricVerse Team)
(Mo-mo-dinero)
Fave', uh, sí
Ciento veinticinco mil en efectivo, estaba robando por un cuarto de libra
Tuve que poner mi dinero en orden, tuve que arreglarlo
Tengo una nena faltando al trabajo, la hago llamar
Juro que son unos tontos, podría decir nombres y señalarlos de verdad
Realmente no escucho a los raperos, esa mierda está aguada
Todos reciclando mierda, se está volviendo aburrido ahora
Solía reciclar los atuendos, ahora puedo permitírmelo
He puesto mi vida en esta mierda, ahora me están recompensando
Hermano anota, estamos triunfando
Otro caso, el abogado dijo: 'Esta vez serán cuarenta mil'
Y libre Swav, maldita sea, el hermanito necesita un abogado ahora
Juro que siempre es algo, pero a la mierda, sabes que está arreglado
Separo lo falso de lo real, lo tengo arreglado
Están en el barril saliendo a rastras
No me meto en peleas, estoy en la casa de seguridad con el porter house
El tirador se arrastra, lo cortan, ahora está en porciones
En verano, traigo todos los Lambos y todos los Porsches
Me llevé un bolso tan pronto como vi como el de objetos perdidos
Todavía están jugando, haciendo el tonto
Estaba haciendo negocios en mi Polo, el coche de caballos ahora tiene caballos
Ella es una yegua, yo soy un jefe, ella quiere que la dominen
Ok, genial, quítatelo, métete en sus paredes y ahógate
Doble vaso turbio, llorando a mis hermanos, tengo que servir un poco
Sabes que soy Talk Money, no quiero escuchar nada de lo que ustedes, negros, están hablando
Es una locura cómo cambiaron, son unas cobardes, no, no podemos arreglarlo hablando
Rápido para decirle a una perra: 'Lárgate, ve a patear rocas, perra, vete caminando'
Ahora está muy enojada
Apuesto a que me monta porque tengo movimiento, es como Six Flags
Los azules colgando de mi bolsillo izquierdo, parece una bandera Crip
Los tiradores intentan golpearlo primero, no intentan jugar a la venganza
No intentando ir y venir
Tan pronto como les des lo que piden, pedirán más
Se me está acabando la bebida, estoy sirviendo como si fuera mi último recurso
Bebo cuando estoy estresado
Solo ve y consigue el dinero, esta mierda probablemente cure la depresión
Mucha gente lo fuerza, piensan que están aplicando presión
El coche está súper cargado, pero no estoy comprando ningún Tesla
Y todos cometimos errores, pero yo intento corregirlos
Di un gran salto de fe y aterricé en algunas bendiciones
Sabes que estoy a una llamada de distancia, si me necesitas ven al rescate
Estoy más alto que el resto, helicóptero desde los Hamptons, como, volemos a los proyectos
Como, volemos a los barrios
Acepto efectivo, tarjeta, crédito y esa transferencia bancaria está bien
La mierda no es fácil, solo parece que lo es
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