2021
2:13
Official Music Video
I'm Buggin by Jay Critch
Lyrics & Translation
English
M-M-Money
Jay Critch, hood fav
I think these stupid niggas thought it was over
Yo get 12, I think these stupid niggas thought it was over yo, aye, hey
I really got on some boss shit, I swear that these little niggas is runners
Move through the streets real cautious, he try to play then we putting him under
Had a good day at the office, trap is still open and it's doing numbers
Ballin' I feel like the number one stunna
Fuck it I'm wildin' out for the whole summer
Shorty a baddie and she got a bankroll, fuck it I'm wildin' hit that with no rubber
He try to pull me but I had that thang on, fuck it I'm wildin' dip under covers
Fuck it I'm wildin' that money gon dump em'
Fuck it I'm wildin' that money gon dump em'
Fuck it I'm wildin' they ducking no trouble
I hate to be the one to burst your bubble
Let me tell you how I grew in a jungle
When I was young, always wanted to hustle
Downtown looking like it's Royal Rumble
Make niggas run DMC, no Russell
I'm in the back of the Benz smoking truffles
Whole book bag full of chips like Ruffles
In the book bag got a clip like, (boom)
Niggas ain't worried bout no little scuffle
Like I ain't get this shit all off the muscle
It's 30 gang, got the brains in the muscle
He called the police so we ain't gonna touch you
She said I'm lame, bitch I ain't wanna touch you
Young nigga had to get used to the bag
Nigga got rich I ain't even have a mixtape
Nigga got rich I was only 18, couldn't even go in the club get shitfaced
Diamonds they drunk and they dance, yeah shitfaced
Can't bring the tool, we got in with the switchblades
Brodie got hot in the hood, had to switch states
Nigga I ain't rapping, I'm just talking 'bout life
Worry bout M's, niggas worried bout ice
When you getting cheese, better worry 'bout mice
And I'm in the V thinking 'bout my guys
I'm in LV getting way too fly
Niggas in between trying to play both sides
But they know a nigga having real mob ties
How you with the gang if you ain't gon ride
Can't fuck with him cause he ain't on time
Big bucks nigga, I remember them dimes
I'm with a baddie she asking my sign
I'm blowing up, I ain't wasting no time
World war shit like it's Vietnam
I really got on some boss shit, I swear that these little niggas is runners
Move through the streets real cautious, he try to play then we putting him under
Had a good day at the office, trap is still open and it's doing numbers
Ballin' I feel like the number one stunna
Fuck it I'm wildin' out for the whole summer
Shorty a baddie and she got a bankroll, fuck it I'm wildin' hit that with no rubber
He try to pull me but I had that thang on, fuck it I'm wildin' dip under covers
Fuck it I'm wildin' that money gon dump em'
Fuck it I'm wildin' that money gon dump em'
Fuck it I'm wildin' they ducking no trouble
I hate to be the one to burst your bubble
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of I'm Buggin by Jay Critch
I'm Buggin* (original Jay Critch)
M-M-Money
Jay Critch, hood fav
I think these stupid niggas thought it was over
Yo get 12, I think these stupid niggas thought it was over yo, aye, hey
I really got on some boss shit, I swear that these little niggas is runners
Move through the streets real cautious, he try to play then we putting him under
Had a good day at the office, trap is still open and it's doing numbers
Ballin' I feel like the number one stunna
Fuck it I'm wildin' out for the whole summer
Shorty a baddie and she got a bankroll, fuck it I'm wildin' hit that with no rubber
He try to pull me but I had that thang on, fuck it I'm wildin' dip under covers
Fuck it I'm wildin' that money gon dump em'
Fuck it I'm wildin' that money gon dump em'
Fuck it I'm wildin' they ducking no trouble
I hate to be the one to burst your bubble
Let me tell you how I grew in a jungle
When I was young, always wanted to hustle
Downtown looking like it's Royal Rumble
Make niggas run DMC, no Russell
I'm in the back of the Benz smoking truffles
Whole book bag full of chips like Ruffles
In the book bag got a clip like, (boom)
Niggas ain't worried bout no little scuffle
Like I ain't get this shit all off the muscle
It's 30 gang, got the brains in the muscle
He called the police so we ain't gonna touch you
She said I'm lame, bitch I ain't wanna touch you
Young nigga had to get used to the bag
Nigga got rich I ain't even have a mixtape
Nigga got rich I was only 18, couldn't even go in the club get shitfaced
Diamonds they drunk and they dance, yeah shitfaced
Can't bring the tool, we got in with the switchblades
Brodie got hot in the hood, had to switch states
Nigga I ain't rapping, I'm just talking 'bout life
Worry bout M's, niggas worried bout ice
When you getting cheese, better worry 'bout mice
And I'm in the V thinking 'bout my guys
I'm in LV getting way too fly
Niggas in between trying to play both sides
But they know a nigga having real mob ties
How you with the gang if you ain't gon ride
Can't fuck with him cause he ain't on time
Big bucks nigga, I remember them dimes
I'm with a baddie she asking my sign
I'm blowing up, I ain't wasting no time
World war shit like it's Vietnam
I really got on some boss shit, I swear that these little niggas is runners
Move through the streets real cautious, he try to play then we putting him under
Had a good day at the office, trap is still open and it's doing numbers
Ballin' I feel like the number one stunna
Fuck it I'm wildin' out for the whole summer
Shorty a baddie and she got a bankroll, fuck it I'm wildin' hit that with no rubber
He try to pull me but I had that thang on, fuck it I'm wildin' dip under covers
Fuck it I'm wildin' that money gon dump em'
Fuck it I'm wildin' that money gon dump em'
Fuck it I'm wildin' they ducking no trouble
I hate to be the one to burst your bubble
I'm Buggin (traducción LyricVerse Team)
M-M-Dinero
Jay Critch, el favorito del barrio
Creo que estos estúpidos negros pensaron que se acabó
Yo, trae 12, creo que estos estúpidos negros pensaron que se acabó, yo, aye, hey
Realmente me puse en plan jefe, juro que estos negritos son corredores
Me muevo por las calles con mucha cautela, si intenta jugar lo ponemos debajo
Tuve un buen día en la oficina, el trap sigue abierto y está dando números
Jugando, me siento como el número uno, el que deslumbra
Al carajo, me estoy volviendo loco todo el verano
La shorty es una belleza y tiene un fajo de billetes, al carajo, me estoy volviendo loco, le doy sin condón
Intentó tirarme pero tenía esa cosa encima, al carajo, me estoy volviendo loco, me escondo debajo de las sábanas
Al carajo, me estoy volviendo loco, ese dinero los va a tirar
Al carajo, me estoy volviendo loco, ese dinero los va a tirar
Al carajo, me estoy volviendo loco, evitan cualquier problema
Odio ser el que te reviente la burbuja
Déjame contarte cómo crecí en una jungla
Cuando era joven, siempre quise facturar
El centro parece el Royal Rumble
Hago que los negros corran como DMC, sin Russell
Estoy en la parte trasera del Benz fumando trufas
Toda la mochila llena de patatas fritas como Ruffles
En la mochila tengo un cargador, (boom)
Los negros no se preocupan por ninguna pequeña pelea
Como si no hubiera conseguido esto todo a base de fuerza
Es la pandilla del 30, tengo el cerebro en el músculo
Llamó a la policía, así que no te tocaremos
Ella dijo que soy aburrido, perra, no quería tocarte
El joven tuvo que acostumbrarse al fajo
El negro se hizo rico, ni siquiera tenía una mixtape
El negro se hizo rico, solo tenía 18 años, ni siquiera podía entrar al club a emborracharse
Los diamantes están borrachos y bailan, sí, borrachos
No puedo traer la herramienta, entramos con navajas
Mi hermano se calentó en el barrio, tuvo que cambiar de estado
Negro, no estoy rapeando, solo estoy hablando de la vida
Preocupado por los millones, los negros preocupados por el hielo
Cuando consigues queso, es mejor que te preocupes por los ratones
Y estoy en el V pensando en mis muchachos
Estoy en LV volviéndome demasiado elegante
Los negros en medio intentando jugar en ambos lados
Pero saben que un negro tiene verdaderos lazos de mafia
¿Cómo estás con la pandilla si no vas a cabalgar?
No puedo follar con él porque no está a tiempo
Grandes fajos, negro, recuerdo esas monedas
Estoy con una belleza preguntando mi signo
Estoy despegando, no estoy perdiendo el tiempo
Cosas de guerra mundial como si fuera Vietnam
Realmente me puse en plan jefe, juro que estos negritos son corredores
Me muevo por las calles con mucha cautela, si intenta jugar lo ponemos debajo
Tuve un buen día en la oficina, el trap sigue abierto y está dando números
Jugando, me siento como el número uno, el que deslumbra
Al carajo, me estoy volviendo loco todo el verano
La shorty es una belleza y tiene un fajo de billetes, al carajo, me estoy volviendo loco, le doy sin condón
Intentó tirarme pero tenía esa cosa encima, al carajo, me estoy volviendo loco, me escondo debajo de las sábanas
Al carajo, me estoy volviendo loco, ese dinero los va a tirar
Al carajo, me estoy volviendo loco, ese dinero los va a tirar
Al carajo, me estoy volviendo loco, evitan cualquier problema
Odio ser el que te reviente la burbuja
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