Mannie Makes - Скам - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I hit the sack at 7 AM, 'cause I’ve been chasing dollars all night long

My motherland is Russia, but my sponsor is Arizona

And you know that sound... (pure bliss)

I’m selling top-tier bitches and sex without ever leaving the house, homeboy

For your girlfriend—yeah, that hoe—she’s gorgeous and she ain't shy

She blows the minds of those Yankees just like an ice-cold Coca-Cola

Just pay me, pay me that dolla—I give you my word, solid as NATO

The subscriber is out of range—we’re taking off real soon; speed is the key

A couple of pills, some rolling papers, smoke in the dark—and you look so fine; the vibe inspires conversation, while the thirst for cash revs up my brain

To sell even more—more, and more, and more—I need to get my hands on more

Mother Russia, I beg you, forgive us—for those Yankees crave your daughters so

Money? That’s a done deal—I know it for a fact

You want two girls? Or three? Or four? I don't give a fuck—just pay up, and then we can talk business

Whether you’re a young buck, a dirty old man, or a Brooklyn G—sorry, but this is friendly fire

I don't take pride in this, I just hustle the only way I know how—but man, I get a kick out of counting it all up

All this money, money, money, money, money, money...

Holy shit, there’s a fuckload of it

I fire up the laptop—you might call it a scam

But I know exactly what the American Dream is worth

All this money, money, money, money...

I’ll never get tired of counting it. Just a word or two, a couple of phrases—

The income keeps rising; thanks, you Anglo-Saxons

And I’m such a kind soul—so generous, you see

Friendship among nations—all this love is just for you

That hoe of yours? She’s staring right at me

I just copped some dope—now I’m floating up in the clouds

And even now, I still haven't tired of counting it all up

Holy shit, there’s a fuckload of it—all this money