Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah
No, no Yeah, yeah, yeah
Twenty million bags got my name in the backseat
Paper smelling green and my pockets
No se acaban de llenar
A mi padre, juro a Dios
El trabajo lo ah sacar
Rest of our life pa' disfrutar yeah
Never really was about the money
Never really was about the fame
Frankly, all that shit looks all the same to me
I just wanna bring it back home
Dreamt about this shit since I was four
Even left my city for the role
I don't even go back home no more
But I'm making sure I get the money
Y toda mi familia acting funny
But I do cash out for my passions
And that is all I ever wanted for me
I won't let the pressure bring me down like that, no
Think it's time to bring it back
So I'm back home
20 million bags got my name in the backseat
Paper smelling green and my pockets no se acaban de llenar
A mi padre, juro a Dios
El trabajo lo ha sacar
Rest of our life pa' disfrutar yeah
20 million bags got my name in the backseat
Paper smelling green and my pockets no se acaban de llenar
A mi padre, juro a Dios
El trabajo lo ha sacar
Rest of our life pa' disfrutar yeah
El paso, the way, not the step
That's no disrespect, but I don't hold my breath
Walk around like I got S on my chest
But nawh, I got FLEXX
I separated myself from the rest
Don't even know how to stress
Back in my bag on the road to success
Back on my shit, I deliver my best
I know time is money, that's why I invest
Keeping a G ain't the one you should test
Could've bought chains and Hermes
But I got no one to impress
Not at the club cause it's always a mess
Probably at home while I light up the grass
Trying to protect all the things I possess
I know that's talk from the flesh
I'm an outcast
Feel like a wiz with the spells that I cast
I got the bag on me
Man, I got the bank on me
And it happened gradually
So you could just 'lax on me
And the way that it's set up, you can't take it
Get to the bacon , salam alaykum
I'ma need acres to stay far from fakers
R.I.P. Kobe, I ball like the Lakers
Twenty million bags got my name in the backseat
Paper smelling green and my pockets
No se acaban de llenar
A mi padre, juro a Dios
El trabajo lo ah sacar
Rest of our life pa' disfrutar yeah
Twenty million bags got my name in the backseat
Paper smelling green and my pockets
No se acaban de llenar
A mi padre, juro a Dios
El trabajo lo ah sacar
Rest of our life pa' disfrutar yeah
Aanjolique - 20M (feat. JC KU$H) Lyrics
Aanjolique - 20M (feat. JC KU$H) Lyrics
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English
Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah
No, no Yeah, yeah, yeah
Twenty million bags got my name in the backseat
Paper smelling green and my pockets
No se acaban de llenar
A mi padre, juro a Dios
El trabajo lo ah sacar
Rest of our life pa' disfrutar yeah
Never really was about the money
Never really was about the fame
Frankly, all that shit looks all the same to me
I just wanna bring it back home
Dreamt about this shit since I was four
Even left my city for the role
I don't even go back home no more
But I'm making sure I get the money
Y toda mi familia acting funny
But I do cash out for my passions
And that is all I ever wanted for me
I won't let the pressure bring me down like that, no
Think it's time to bring it back
So I'm back home
20 million bags got my name in the backseat
Paper smelling green and my pockets no se acaban de llenar
A mi padre, juro a Dios
El trabajo lo ha sacar
Rest of our life pa' disfrutar yeah
20 million bags got my name in the backseat
Paper smelling green and my pockets no se acaban de llenar
A mi padre, juro a Dios
El trabajo lo ha sacar
Rest of our life pa' disfrutar yeah
El paso, the way, not the step
That's no disrespect, but I don't hold my breath
Walk around like I got S on my chest
But nawh, I got FLEXX
I separated myself from the rest
Don't even know how to stress
Back in my bag on the road to success
Back on my shit, I deliver my best
I know time is money, that's why I invest
Keeping a G ain't the one you should test
Could've bought chains and Hermes
But I got no one to impress
Not at the club cause it's always a mess
Probably at home while I light up the grass
Trying to protect all the things I possess
I know that's talk from the flesh
I'm an outcast
Feel like a wiz with the spells that I cast
I got the bag on me
Man, I got the bank on me
And it happened gradually
So you could just 'lax on me
And the way that it's set up, you can't take it
Get to the bacon , salam alaykum
I'ma need acres to stay far from fakers
R.I.P. Kobe, I ball like the Lakers
Twenty million bags got my name in the backseat
Paper smelling green and my pockets
No se acaban de llenar
A mi padre, juro a Dios
El trabajo lo ah sacar
Rest of our life pa' disfrutar yeah
Twenty million bags got my name in the backseat
Paper smelling green and my pockets
No se acaban de llenar
A mi padre, juro a Dios
El trabajo lo ah sacar
Rest of our life pa' disfrutar yeah
No, no Yeah, yeah, yeah
Twenty million bags got my name in the backseat
Paper smelling green and my pockets
No se acaban de llenar
A mi padre, juro a Dios
El trabajo lo ah sacar
Rest of our life pa' disfrutar yeah
Never really was about the money
Never really was about the fame
Frankly, all that shit looks all the same to me
I just wanna bring it back home
Dreamt about this shit since I was four
Even left my city for the role
I don't even go back home no more
But I'm making sure I get the money
Y toda mi familia acting funny
But I do cash out for my passions
And that is all I ever wanted for me
I won't let the pressure bring me down like that, no
Think it's time to bring it back
So I'm back home
20 million bags got my name in the backseat
Paper smelling green and my pockets no se acaban de llenar
A mi padre, juro a Dios
El trabajo lo ha sacar
Rest of our life pa' disfrutar yeah
20 million bags got my name in the backseat
Paper smelling green and my pockets no se acaban de llenar
A mi padre, juro a Dios
El trabajo lo ha sacar
Rest of our life pa' disfrutar yeah
El paso, the way, not the step
That's no disrespect, but I don't hold my breath
Walk around like I got S on my chest
But nawh, I got FLEXX
I separated myself from the rest
Don't even know how to stress
Back in my bag on the road to success
Back on my shit, I deliver my best
I know time is money, that's why I invest
Keeping a G ain't the one you should test
Could've bought chains and Hermes
But I got no one to impress
Not at the club cause it's always a mess
Probably at home while I light up the grass
Trying to protect all the things I possess
I know that's talk from the flesh
I'm an outcast
Feel like a wiz with the spells that I cast
I got the bag on me
Man, I got the bank on me
And it happened gradually
So you could just 'lax on me
And the way that it's set up, you can't take it
Get to the bacon , salam alaykum
I'ma need acres to stay far from fakers
R.I.P. Kobe, I ball like the Lakers
Twenty million bags got my name in the backseat
Paper smelling green and my pockets
No se acaban de llenar
A mi padre, juro a Dios
El trabajo lo ah sacar
Rest of our life pa' disfrutar yeah
Twenty million bags got my name in the backseat
Paper smelling green and my pockets
No se acaban de llenar
A mi padre, juro a Dios
El trabajo lo ah sacar
Rest of our life pa' disfrutar yeah
Writer: Rocio Barraza, Jesus Cereceres
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid