[Intro]
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
[Chorus: Future]
I got a sports car on my wrist and I’m bird fly You can hear the money machine beepin’ from outside
手首にスポーツカー（高級時計）つけて、俺は鳥みたく自由に飛ぶぜ
Nigga pillow talkin’, talkin’ ain’t got they money right
外からでも金数えるマシンの「ピピッ」って音が聞こえる
I don’t even wanna talk, nigga, unless I see the cash out
クソくらえペラペラ喋るやつ、金もろくに持ってねえ 現金見せねえなら、話す気もねえよ
Zero to sixty, I get lost in a turbo
ゼロから60（マイル）、ターボでぶっ飛ばして消えるぜ
Medallions, pink diamonds, started from purple Yeah, fully loaded, money machine, we some splurgers
メダリオンにピンクのダイヤ、紫（リーン）から始まった
He stayed down, got the money up, and now they can’t serve us
フル装備、金数えるマシン、俺らバンバン使うぜ
ずっと耐えて金稼いだ、今じゃ誰も俺らにかなわねえ
[Verse 1: Future]
I’m goin’ Jimmy Choo on my new-new shit on purpose She can get it too, ain’t no fool, I’ll curve her If I borrowed your car, I’m sure I filled it up with chickens Cappers stealing swag, they bitches poppin’ on misses Got more K in the Phantom, you wanna ride the Honda Civic I’m okay with that hammer, I gotta ride with the extended Shit be crackin’ in the city every day (Every day) Dropped an eight in a Fanta, I’m okay (Okay) Penthouse, three stories, got trees in it Spilled the drip all over, a bitch eatin’ it I threw the money in the vault, ain’t even seen it Money bags everywhere, Lamborghinis, yeah
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