2020
1:58
Official Music Video
Stacy Dash by Jay Critch
Lyrics & Translation
English
I'm tryna make me a fortune, you know I'm all bout the check
We in the trap like The Office, and issa whole lot of racks on the desk
If it's static then we get 'em hit, and nigga you could be next
If shorty french kissing the-, I put her wrist in baguettes
Rich bitch in a G-Wagon, she do the dash and she bad like Stacy
All my niggas get a bag, young niggas getting money like the 80's
Opps don't know what to do, they ain't gettin' no loot, them niggas too lazy
RoRo already made news, don't get it confused, he'll still go crazy
I ain't talkin' 'bout perfume, if the shooters walk through, get sprayed like Macy's
In my city I'm a giant, but nigga be makin' them plays like I'm Brady
I pull up and shorty ironing, she get on the dick and then she going brazy
Private jet when I be flyin', I'm putting the team on my back like McGrady
Heart cold, yeah, it's hollow
One in the head, gotta ride with the hollows
I don't trust none of these niggas, when you gettin' money, they all gonna follow
I don't trust none of these bitches, these bitches get hit and be gone by tomorrow
You better hurry and get up them packs cause, yeah, they gone by tomorrow
Lamb truck, I don't want that Tahoe
Chips full with the cheese like taco
Bad bitch, she like to put on a show, and she gon' slide and make it clap like bravo
Ridin' the foreign, we swerving a pothole
Ridin' a foreign, we swerving the police
Why do these fuck niggas act like they know me?
30's pull up, leave 'em drippy like codeine
I'm tryna make me a fortune, you know I'm all bout the check
We in the trap like The Office, and issa whole lot of racks on the desk
If it's static then we get 'em hit, and nigga you could be next
If shorty french kissing the-, I put her wrist in baguettes
Rich bitch in a G-Wagon, she do the dash and she bad like Stacy
All my niggas get a bag, young niggas getting money like the 80's
Opps don't know what to do, they ain't gettin' no loot, them niggas too lazy
RoRo already made news, don't get it confused, he'll still go crazy
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Stacy Dash by Jay Critch
Stacy Dash* (original Jay Critch)
I'm tryna make me a fortune, you know I'm all bout the check
We in the trap like The Office, and issa whole lot of racks on the desk
If it's static then we get 'em hit, and nigga you could be next
If shorty french kissing the-, I put her wrist in baguettes
Rich bitch in a G-Wagon, she do the dash and she bad like Stacy
All my niggas get a bag, young niggas getting money like the 80's
Opps don't know what to do, they ain't gettin' no loot, them niggas too lazy
RoRo already made news, don't get it confused, he'll still go crazy
I ain't talkin' 'bout perfume, if the shooters walk through, get sprayed like Macy's
In my city I'm a giant, but nigga be makin' them plays like I'm Brady
I pull up and shorty ironing, she get on the dick and then she going brazy
Private jet when I be flyin', I'm putting the team on my back like McGrady
Heart cold, yeah, it's hollow
One in the head, gotta ride with the hollows
I don't trust none of these niggas, when you gettin' money, they all gonna follow
I don't trust none of these bitches, these bitches get hit and be gone by tomorrow
You better hurry and get up them packs cause, yeah, they gone by tomorrow
Lamb truck, I don't want that Tahoe
Chips full with the cheese like taco
Bad bitch, she like to put on a show, and she gon' slide and make it clap like bravo
Ridin' the foreign, we swerving a pothole
Ridin' a foreign, we swerving the police
Why do these fuck niggas act like they know me?
30's pull up, leave 'em drippy like codeine
I'm tryna make me a fortune, you know I'm all bout the check
We in the trap like The Office, and issa whole lot of racks on the desk
If it's static then we get 'em hit, and nigga you could be next
If shorty french kissing the-, I put her wrist in baguettes
Rich bitch in a G-Wagon, she do the dash and she bad like Stacy
All my niggas get a bag, young niggas getting money like the 80's
Opps don't know what to do, they ain't gettin' no loot, them niggas too lazy
RoRo already made news, don't get it confused, he'll still go crazy
Stacy Dash (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Estoy tratando de hacer una fortuna, sabes que todo se trata del cheque
Estamos en el trap como The Office, y hay un montón de billetes en el escritorio
Si hay problemas, los golpeamos, y tú, negro, podrías ser el siguiente
Si la chica besa a la francesa, le pongo la muñeca en baguettes
Perra rica en un G-Wagon, ella acelera y es mala como Stacy
Todos mis negros consiguen dinero, jóvenes negros haciendo dinero como en los 80
Los enemigos no saben qué hacer, no consiguen botín, esos negros son demasiado vagos
RoRo ya fue noticia, no te confundas, él seguirá volviéndose loco
No hablo de perfume, si los tiradores entran, serán rociados como Macy's
En mi ciudad soy un gigante, pero, negro, hago jugadas como Brady
Llego y la chica plancha, se sube a la verga y luego se vuelve loca
Jet privado cuando vuelo, pongo al equipo sobre mi espalda como McGrady
Corazón frío, sí, está vacío
Una en la cabeza, hay que andar con las huecas
No confío en ninguno de estos negros, cuando consigues dinero, todos te seguirán
No confío en ninguna de estas perras, estas perras son golpeadas y se van para mañana
Será mejor que te apures y consigas esos paquetes porque, sí, se habrán ido para mañana
Camioneta Lambo, no quiero esa Tahoe
Fichas llenas de queso como taco
Perra mala, le gusta montar un espectáculo, y se deslizará y hará que aplaudan como bravo
Manejando el extranjero, esquivando un bache
Manejando un extranjero, esquivando a la policía
¿Por qué estos putos negros actúan como si me conocieran?
Los 30 llegan, los dejan goteando como codeína
Estoy tratando de hacer una fortuna, sabes que todo se trata del cheque
Estamos en el trap como The Office, y hay un montón de billetes en el escritorio
Si hay problemas, los golpeamos, y tú, negro, podrías ser el siguiente
Si la chica besa a la francesa, le pongo la muñeca en baguettes
Perra rica en un G-Wagon, ella acelera y es mala como Stacy
Todos mis negros consiguen dinero, jóvenes negros haciendo dinero como en los 80
Los enemigos no saben qué hacer, no consiguen botín, esos negros son demasiado vagos
RoRo ya fue noticia, no te confundas, él seguirá volviéndose loco
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