Official Music Video
Bookoo Bucks by Nasty C
Lyrics & Translation
English
(ATL Jacobs, ATL Jacobs)
Bookoo bucks
Foreign coupe rush
Do too much
Shop too much
I'm too up
I'm feelin' a rush
Haters on hush
Wrists so slush
I'm too up
With two sluts
I'm too up
Give two fucks
Up the pump
Bitch, what's up?
Windows up
Geeked as fuck
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe
Niggas steady talking like they know me
Never did a damn thing that they told me
Ooowee
Ooowee
Taking shit back to my old days, yeah
Fuckin this paper, no foreplay, yeah
I can't be caught out by no low stakes
When my name in their mouth like it's Colgate, yeah
I've been running this shit up with no brakes
Nigga, get in my way and it's road rage, yeah
Poles give that nigga pole face, yeah
Ghost give that nigga ghost face, yeah
Touch down ATL, long flight straight out that jungle
I walked outta customs and got to it, I don't play about that hustle
You've got a bag, but this ain't bag, yeah, this is a duffel
She got a ass, but she ain't that bad, she need to be humble
Bookoo bucks
Foreign coupe rush
Do too much
Shop too much
I'm too up
I'm feelin' a rush
Haters on hush
Wrists so slush
I'm too up
With two sluts
I'm too up
Give two fucks
Up the pump
Bitch, what's up?
Windows up
Geeked as fuck
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe
Niggas steady talking like they know me
Never did a damn thing that they told me
Ooowee
Ooowee
I'm in a big body
Dior my sock body
Shooters gon ride 'bout me
Tell me what's your location
Mask up, no cases
Penthouse, no babies
Gucci down, yeah, I'm crazy
Keep sticks, got Glocks with a laser
Yeah, go off for my people
I keep a weapon, it's lethal
I'm runnin' up bands like a cheetah
Cut off your thumb, we don't beef through no message
.223 hit him and came out his belly
Flooded my mouth with veneer, looking edgy
Smoke out the pack, then we sip on the extra
Bet the Maybach drive itself like a Tesla
Steppin' on shit, yeah, my footprint be leather
Go cop a Demon, I call it the devil
I keep some green on me, talking 'bout like relish
Bookoo bucks
Foreign coupe rush
Do too much
Shock too much
I'm too up
I'm feelin a rush
Haters on hush
Wrists so slush
I'm too up
We're too slushed
I'm too up
Give two fucks
Up the pump
Bitch, what's up?
Windows up
Geeked as fuck
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe
Niggas steady talking like they know me
Never did a damn thing that they told me
Ooowee
Ooowee
Rock to a 24, ain't talkin Kobe
Nigga talkin out his neck, I don't even know him
Nigga talkin' fake ass, tell a nigga to show me
Spinnin' on the block, man, lookin' like ooh
Black and white diamonds, Andy Griffiith, I ain't Opie
Told her put her little bitty mouth on my tool
Hey, hey, went and put that Cartier watch on my wrist
Man, be nasty, we slime in a Bentley
Wishin' to genies, my top off the 'Ghini
I came from the bottom, she came in bikinis
We blow the top off the op in a minute
Ya'll niggas' songs ain't having no meanings
Do that lil slide, chop it up like zucchini
Oh oh (Chop, chop, chop)
Bookoo bucks
Foreign coupe rush
Do too much
Shop too much
I'm too up
I'm feelin' a rush
Haters on hush
Wrists so slush
I'm too up
With two sluts
I'm too up
Give two fucks
Up the pump
Bitch, what's up?
Windows up
Geeked as fuck
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe
Niggas steady talking like they know me
Never did a damn thing that they told me
Ooowee
Ooowee
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Bookoo Bucks by Nasty C
Bookoo Bucks* (original Nasty C)
(ATL Jacobs, ATL Jacobs)
Bookoo bucks
Foreign coupe rush
Do too much
Shop too much
I'm too up
I'm feelin' a rush
Haters on hush
Wrists so slush
I'm too up
With two sluts
I'm too up
Give two fucks
Up the pump
Bitch, what's up?
Windows up
Geeked as fuck
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe
Niggas steady talking like they know me
Never did a damn thing that they told me
Ooowee
Ooowee
Taking shit back to my old days, yeah
Fuckin this paper, no foreplay, yeah
I can't be caught out by no low stakes
When my name in their mouth like it's Colgate, yeah
I've been running this shit up with no brakes
Nigga, get in my way and it's road rage, yeah
Poles give that nigga pole face, yeah
Ghost give that nigga ghost face, yeah
Touch down ATL, long flight straight out that jungle
I walked outta customs and got to it, I don't play about that hustle
You've got a bag, but this ain't bag, yeah, this is a duffel
She got a ass, but she ain't that bad, she need to be humble
Bookoo bucks
Foreign coupe rush
Do too much
Shop too much
I'm too up
I'm feelin' a rush
Haters on hush
Wrists so slush
I'm too up
With two sluts
I'm too up
Give two fucks
Up the pump
Bitch, what's up?
Windows up
Geeked as fuck
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe
Niggas steady talking like they know me
Never did a damn thing that they told me
Ooowee
Ooowee
I'm in a big body
Dior my sock body
Shooters gon ride 'bout me
Tell me what's your location
Mask up, no cases
Penthouse, no babies
Gucci down, yeah, I'm crazy
Keep sticks, got Glocks with a laser
Yeah, go off for my people
I keep a weapon, it's lethal
I'm runnin' up bands like a cheetah
Cut off your thumb, we don't beef through no message
.223 hit him and came out his belly
Flooded my mouth with veneer, looking edgy
Smoke out the pack, then we sip on the extra
Bet the Maybach drive itself like a Tesla
Steppin' on shit, yeah, my footprint be leather
Go cop a Demon, I call it the devil
I keep some green on me, talking 'bout like relish
Bookoo bucks
Foreign coupe rush
Do too much
Shock too much
I'm too up
I'm feelin a rush
Haters on hush
Wrists so slush
I'm too up
We're too slushed
I'm too up
Give two fucks
Up the pump
Bitch, what's up?
Windows up
Geeked as fuck
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe
Niggas steady talking like they know me
Never did a damn thing that they told me
Ooowee
Ooowee
Rock to a 24, ain't talkin Kobe
Nigga talkin out his neck, I don't even know him
Nigga talkin' fake ass, tell a nigga to show me
Spinnin' on the block, man, lookin' like ooh
Black and white diamonds, Andy Griffiith, I ain't Opie
Told her put her little bitty mouth on my tool
Hey, hey, went and put that Cartier watch on my wrist
Man, be nasty, we slime in a Bentley
Wishin' to genies, my top off the 'Ghini
I came from the bottom, she came in bikinis
We blow the top off the op in a minute
Ya'll niggas' songs ain't having no meanings
Do that lil slide, chop it up like zucchini
Oh oh (Chop, chop, chop)
Bookoo bucks
Foreign coupe rush
Do too much
Shop too much
I'm too up
I'm feelin' a rush
Haters on hush
Wrists so slush
I'm too up
With two sluts
I'm too up
Give two fucks
Up the pump
Bitch, what's up?
Windows up
Geeked as fuck
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe
Niggas steady talking like they know me
Never did a damn thing that they told me
Ooowee
Ooowee
Bookoo Bucks (traducción LyricVerse Team)
(ATL Jacobs, ATL Jacobs)
Muchos billetes
Prisa en cupé extranjero
Hago demasiado
Compro demasiado
Estoy muy arriba
Siento una prisa
Los que odian en silencio
Muñecas tan heladas
Estoy muy arriba
Con dos zorras
Estoy muy arriba
Me importan dos mierdas
Arriba la bomba
Puta, ¿qué pasa?
Ventanas arriba
Drogado de cojones
Lanzo mi tiro, estoy caliente como Kobe
Negros hablando sin parar como si me conocieran
Nunca hice nada de lo que me dijeron
Ooowee
Ooowee
Volviendo a mis viejos tiempos, sí
Follándome este papel, sin preámbulos, sí
No me pueden atrapar por apuestas bajas
Cuando mi nombre está en su boca como si fuera Colgate, sí
He estado haciendo esto sin frenos
Negro, métete en mi camino y es furia al volante, sí
Los postes le dan a ese negro cara de poste, sí
El fantasma le da a ese negro cara de fantasma, sí
Aterrizo en ATL, vuelo largo directo de esa jungla
Salí de aduanas y me puse a ello, no juego con ese ajetreo
Tienes una bolsa, pero esto no es una bolsa, sí, esto es un petate
Ella tiene un culo, pero no está tan mal, necesita ser humilde
Muchos billetes
Prisa en cupé extranjero
Hago demasiado
Compro demasiado
Estoy muy arriba
Siento una prisa
Los que odian en silencio
Muñecas tan heladas
Estoy muy arriba
Con dos zorras
Estoy muy arriba
Me importan dos mierdas
Arriba la bomba
Puta, ¿qué pasa?
Ventanas arriba
Drogado de cojones
Lanzo mi tiro, estoy caliente como Kobe
Negros hablando sin parar como si me conocieran
Nunca hice nada de lo que me dijeron
Ooowee
Ooowee
Estoy en un coche grande
Dior mi cuerpo de calcetín
Los tiradores me van a acompañar
Dime tu ubicación
Máscara puesta, sin casos
Ático, sin bebés
Gucci de pies a cabeza, sí, estoy loco
Tengo palos, tengo Glocks con láser
Sí, me desquito por mi gente
Llevo un arma, es letal
Estoy acumulando billetes como un guepardo
Te cortamos el pulgar, no discutimos por mensaje
.223 le dio y salió de su vientre
Inundé mi boca con carillas, luciendo atrevido
Fumamos el paquete, luego bebemos lo extra
Apuesto a que el Maybach se conduce solo como un Tesla
Pisando mierda, sí, mi huella es de cuero
Voy a comprar un Demon, lo llamo el diablo
Llevo algo de verde encima, hablo como de pepinillos
Muchos billetes
Prisa en cupé extranjero
Hago demasiado
Compro demasiado
Estoy muy arriba
Siento una prisa
Los que odian en silencio
Muñecas tan heladas
Estoy muy arriba
Estamos muy helados
Estoy muy arriba
Me importan dos mierdas
Arriba la bomba
Puta, ¿qué pasa?
Ventanas arriba
Drogado de cojones
Lanzo mi tiro, estoy caliente como Kobe
Negros hablando sin parar como si me conocieran
Nunca hice nada de lo que me dijeron
Ooowee
Ooowee
Rock a un 24, no hablo de Kobe
Negro hablando por hablar, ni siquiera lo conozco
Negro hablando mierda falsa, dile a un negro que me lo demuestre
Girando en la cuadra, hombre, luciendo como ooh
Diamantes blancos y negros, Andy Griffith, no soy Opie
Le dije que pusiera su boquita en mi herramienta
Hey, hey, fui y me puse ese reloj Cartier en la muñeca
Hombre, sé asqueroso, nos deslizamos en un Bentley
Pidiendo deseos a genios, mi techo fuera del 'Ghini
Vine de abajo, ella vino en bikinis
Volamos el techo del oponente en un minuto
Las canciones de ustedes, negros, no tienen ningún significado
Haz ese pequeño deslizamiento, córtalo como calabacín
Oh oh (Chop, chop, chop)
Muchos billetes
Prisa en cupé extranjero
Hago demasiado
Compro demasiado
Estoy muy arriba
Siento una prisa
Los que odian en silencio
Muñecas tan heladas
Estoy muy arriba
Con dos zorras
Estoy muy arriba
Me importan dos mierdas
Arriba la bomba
Puta, ¿qué pasa?
Ventanas arriba
Drogado de cojones
Lanzo mi tiro, estoy caliente como Kobe
Negros hablando sin parar como si me conocieran
Nunca hice nada de lo que me dijeron
Ooowee
Ooowee
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