Tayna, Mc Kresha & Lyrical Son
Tint
Shqip[Verse 1 - Tayna]
A ma jep numrin
se m’ka hup i jemi
Ose per ma mire
A bohesh krejt i jemi
Baby hajde njekem mu
Ça t’vyn ty trendi
Une per ty jom beb
S’ka ça t’vyn ty emni
Kshtu qe nej nej
Se neja ney-ney
Krejt syt te mu si me kon my birthday
Oh hey, hungry? Just ate
Wastin’ no time (yuh) have the okay
I kem lidh patikat
T’jon zgidh komt in this double R
Jom ka du mu pi
Po spaska joint in this f*ucking bar
I be gettin’ high getting money
I’m a f*ucking star (F-ing b*itches up, Biii)
O kam pret shoferi te dera
(Pull up in a late Panamera)
Me kerkon si me mu atij nuk ju shtu vlera
Qato s’mkrahason mu me tjera
TINT best Creme de la creme
Hot gyal sauce
I kill many men
Pija munet ako ti sun m’nxen
Une jom bad e kta krejt ven
[Hook - Lyrical Son]
Swag-i ka kosto
Kurgjo svjen falas
Maja e ftoft o
Nxehna me franga
Kapmani kapmani (kap money kap money)
Boll moni amani
Bakllava ballkani
Got money got money
Verse 2 - Lyrical Son
Prit veç pak
Start it over te thom acapella
Inati i madh
Mshtin me take over ni Rockafeller
Nive ritem
Nuk ka fever per ket story teller
Take a breather
Shfletom liber, edukohu better
Pjesa e pare tre kapituj
Erdha pashe morra tituj
Ëndrrimtar i përhitur
Tu bo hite rroga ciferr
Realest shit i ever wrote
Gettin’ money was a hobby
Rep-i m’ka prish me shoke
Sjom i parashut ntok
Bonkes une i dho kredi
I njoh edhe do shum t’fort
Qe tbojn gips n’ortopedi
Ti m’ki mu si terapi
Ma ki inati n’prapavije
Homie mem fake nuk ki arsy
As para syve monami
Mprapa mem hec smuna mu kthy
S’du me bo gara me ty
O haver pasha dy sy
Thu jom qorr nuk po t’shoh ty (huh)
Nuk po shoh n’ty gjo
Mos u qo pesh se pe then kryt (hah)
Osht nji e vertet
Mes dy genjeshtra vin me grry
[Hook - Lyrical Son]
Kapmani kapmani (kap money kap money)
Boll moni amani
Bakllava ballkani
Got money got money
[Vrese 3 Mc Kresha]
Uh, specerish jom 1sh
Tu ngel çdo vit jom perserits
Per do mish ta kputi veshin
15she peshperits
Explicit o teksti
Peci ti the s’eci me polic
Cefi kuj e mshteti jepi mbeshtetje
Veq te mes mi ngisht
Decidivisht prej dedikejmit, dedikim
Jom deadly plis
Elevating durt perpjet
I du krejt me knu me lips
Revelation thuju njerzve
Neser vjen apokalips
Interneti spo bon rrjeti
Krejt nkrejt plantin (q*ija mijt)
Nese vesin per neve
N’exeneration lekit versen lekit
Shtoni verset tu lu teze
Truni nkese ruje n’friz ti
Muj per mu moj kurv e prisht
Jom superstitious gjuj preciz
Durex mlume g*****
Mos me sum se druhem mgjuhen gjith
Estetikisht,
statistikisht
S’ta di ty ekzistenen hiç
Karatist i shtrim mbi canapit
Tu pi ca cannabis
Jon sa star-a
Qe skan zo as pare
Le me pas pak stil
Estrada n’varet prej PR-ave
Per me kon ma in
[Hook - Lyrical Son]
Swag-i ka kosto
Kurgjo svjen falas
Maja e ftoft o
Nxehna me franga
Kapmani kapmani (kap money kap money)
Boll moni amani
Bakllava ballkani
Got money got money
A ma jep numrin
se m’ka hup i jemi
Ose per ma mire
A bohesh krejt i jemi
Baby hajde njekem mu
Ça t’vyn ty trendi
Une per ty jom beb
S’ka ça t’vyn ty emni
Kshtu qe nej nej
Se neja ney-ney
Krejt syt te mu si me kon my birthday
Oh hey, hungry? Just ate
Wastin’ no time (yuh) have the okay
I kem lidh patikat
T’jon zgidh komt in this double R
Jom ka du mu pi
Po spaska joint in this f*ucking bar
I be gettin’ high getting money
I’m a f*ucking star (F-ing b*itches up, Biii)
O kam pret shoferi te dera
(Pull up in a late Panamera)
Me kerkon si me mu atij nuk ju shtu vlera
Qato s’mkrahason mu me tjera
TINT best Creme de la creme
Hot gyal sauce
I kill many men
Pija munet ako ti sun m’nxen
Une jom bad e kta krejt ven
[Hook - Lyrical Son]
Swag-i ka kosto
Kurgjo svjen falas
Maja e ftoft o
Nxehna me franga
Kapmani kapmani (kap money kap money)
Boll moni amani
Bakllava ballkani
Got money got money
Verse 2 - Lyrical Son
Prit veç pak
Start it over te thom acapella
Inati i madh
Mshtin me take over ni Rockafeller
Nive ritem
Nuk ka fever per ket story teller
Take a breather
Shfletom liber, edukohu better
Pjesa e pare tre kapituj
Erdha pashe morra tituj
Ëndrrimtar i përhitur
Tu bo hite rroga ciferr
Realest shit i ever wrote
Gettin’ money was a hobby
Rep-i m’ka prish me shoke
Sjom i parashut ntok
Bonkes une i dho kredi
I njoh edhe do shum t’fort
Qe tbojn gips n’ortopedi
Ti m’ki mu si terapi
Ma ki inati n’prapavije
Homie mem fake nuk ki arsy
As para syve monami
Mprapa mem hec smuna mu kthy
S’du me bo gara me ty
O haver pasha dy sy
Thu jom qorr nuk po t’shoh ty (huh)
Nuk po shoh n’ty gjo
Mos u qo pesh se pe then kryt (hah)
Osht nji e vertet
Mes dy genjeshtra vin me grry
[Hook - Lyrical Son]
Kapmani kapmani (kap money kap money)
Boll moni amani
Bakllava ballkani
Got money got money
[Vrese 3 Mc Kresha]
Uh, specerish jom 1sh
Tu ngel çdo vit jom perserits
Per do mish ta kputi veshin
15she peshperits
Explicit o teksti
Peci ti the s’eci me polic
Cefi kuj e mshteti jepi mbeshtetje
Veq te mes mi ngisht
Decidivisht prej dedikejmit, dedikim
Jom deadly plis
Elevating durt perpjet
I du krejt me knu me lips
Revelation thuju njerzve
Neser vjen apokalips
Interneti spo bon rrjeti
Krejt nkrejt plantin (q*ija mijt)
Nese vesin per neve
N’exeneration lekit versen lekit
Shtoni verset tu lu teze
Truni nkese ruje n’friz ti
Muj per mu moj kurv e prisht
Jom superstitious gjuj preciz
Durex mlume g*****
Mos me sum se druhem mgjuhen gjith
Estetikisht,
statistikisht
S’ta di ty ekzistenen hiç
Karatist i shtrim mbi canapit
Tu pi ca cannabis
Jon sa star-a
Qe skan zo as pare
Le me pas pak stil
Estrada n’varet prej PR-ave
Per me kon ma in
[Hook - Lyrical Son]
Swag-i ka kosto
Kurgjo svjen falas
Maja e ftoft o
Nxehna me franga
Kapmani kapmani (kap money kap money)
Boll moni amani
Bakllava ballkani
Got money got money
Tint
AnglishtGive me your number
‘Cause I lost mine
Or better yet —
Wanna be all mine?
Baby, come follow me
What do you need trends for?
I’m your baby now
You don’t need names anymore
So hey hey
Let’s party – ney-ney
All eyes on me like it’s my birthday
Oh hey, hungry? Just ate
Wastin’ no time — you got the okay
We tied up our sneakers
Your feet loose in this Rolls-Royce
I wanna drink
But no joint in this fcking bar
I be getting high, getting money
I’m a fcking star
(Fcking btches up, biiii)
Driver’s waiting outside
(Pull up in a late Panamera)
He looks for me —
But I’m the one who gives him value
So don’t compare me to the others
TINT best, crème de la crème
Hot gyal sauce
I kill many men
They might drink, but can’t catch me
I’m bad — and they all admit it
⸻
[Hook - Lyrical Son]
Swag has a price
Nothing comes free
Tip of the cold one
I heat up with francs
Grab money, grab money
Enough talk, have mercy
Baklava of the Balkans
Got money, got money
⸻
[Verse 2 - Lyrical Son]
Wait just a sec
Let me restart acapella
The hate got too big
Made me take over like Rockefeller
Same rhythm
No fever for this storyteller
Take a breather
Read a book — get smarter
First part, three chapters
I came, I saw, I took titles
Dreamer with experience
Making hits, the paycheck’s figures
Realest sh*t I ever wrote
Getting money was just a hobby
Rap messed me up with friends
I didn’t land with a parachute
I give credit to banks
I know some real tough guys
That’ll leave you in a cast at orthopedics
You got me like therapy
You envy me in secret
Homie, don’t fake with me
Not even in front of my face, mon ami
Try to follow, but I’m not turning back
Don’t wanna race with you
Bro, I swear on my two eyes
You say I’m blind — but I don’t see you (huh)
I see nothing in you
Don’t rise up — I’ll break your head (hah)
There’s one truth
That eats its way between two lies
⸻
[Hook - Lyrical Son]
Grab money, grab money
Enough talk, have mercy
Baklava of the Balkans
Got money, got money
⸻
[Verse 3 - MC Kresha]
Uh, I’m spicy — I’m number one
Every year I remain on top
For some flesh — I’d rip an ear off
15-year-old whisperer
The lyrics are explicit
Peci, you said you don’t walk with police
Whoever had the guts — go support them
Just don’t point fingers at me
Decisively, from dedication — dedication
I’m deadly, please
Hands up, I want them all singing with lips
Revelation — tell the people
Tomorrow comes the apocalypse
The internet ain’t building a network
Fck the whole system (fck ‘em all)
If they ask about us
We’re the next generation — verse after verse
Add more lines like playing checkers
Brain in the box — keep it frozen
You can’t handle me, messed up girl
I’m superstitious, I aim precise
Durex-covered d*ck
Don’t try me — I’ll slap you with words
Aesthetically,
Statistically,
I don’t even know you exist
Karate master laid out on the couch
Smoking some cannabis
There are so many “stars”
That got no voice, no money
Let alone style
The music scene depends on PR
Just to stay “in”
⸻
[Hook - Lyrical Son]
Swag has a price
Nothing comes free
Tip of the cold one
I heat up with francs
Grab money, grab money
Enough talk, have mercy
Baklava of the Balkans
Got money, got money
‘Cause I lost mine
Or better yet —
Wanna be all mine?
Baby, come follow me
What do you need trends for?
I’m your baby now
You don’t need names anymore
So hey hey
Let’s party – ney-ney
All eyes on me like it’s my birthday
Oh hey, hungry? Just ate
Wastin’ no time — you got the okay
We tied up our sneakers
Your feet loose in this Rolls-Royce
I wanna drink
But no joint in this fcking bar
I be getting high, getting money
I’m a fcking star
(Fcking btches up, biiii)
Driver’s waiting outside
(Pull up in a late Panamera)
He looks for me —
But I’m the one who gives him value
So don’t compare me to the others
TINT best, crème de la crème
Hot gyal sauce
I kill many men
They might drink, but can’t catch me
I’m bad — and they all admit it
⸻
[Hook - Lyrical Son]
Swag has a price
Nothing comes free
Tip of the cold one
I heat up with francs
Grab money, grab money
Enough talk, have mercy
Baklava of the Balkans
Got money, got money
⸻
[Verse 2 - Lyrical Son]
Wait just a sec
Let me restart acapella
The hate got too big
Made me take over like Rockefeller
Same rhythm
No fever for this storyteller
Take a breather
Read a book — get smarter
First part, three chapters
I came, I saw, I took titles
Dreamer with experience
Making hits, the paycheck’s figures
Realest sh*t I ever wrote
Getting money was just a hobby
Rap messed me up with friends
I didn’t land with a parachute
I give credit to banks
I know some real tough guys
That’ll leave you in a cast at orthopedics
You got me like therapy
You envy me in secret
Homie, don’t fake with me
Not even in front of my face, mon ami
Try to follow, but I’m not turning back
Don’t wanna race with you
Bro, I swear on my two eyes
You say I’m blind — but I don’t see you (huh)
I see nothing in you
Don’t rise up — I’ll break your head (hah)
There’s one truth
That eats its way between two lies
⸻
[Hook - Lyrical Son]
Grab money, grab money
Enough talk, have mercy
Baklava of the Balkans
Got money, got money
⸻
[Verse 3 - MC Kresha]
Uh, I’m spicy — I’m number one
Every year I remain on top
For some flesh — I’d rip an ear off
15-year-old whisperer
The lyrics are explicit
Peci, you said you don’t walk with police
Whoever had the guts — go support them
Just don’t point fingers at me
Decisively, from dedication — dedication
I’m deadly, please
Hands up, I want them all singing with lips
Revelation — tell the people
Tomorrow comes the apocalypse
The internet ain’t building a network
Fck the whole system (fck ‘em all)
If they ask about us
We’re the next generation — verse after verse
Add more lines like playing checkers
Brain in the box — keep it frozen
You can’t handle me, messed up girl
I’m superstitious, I aim precise
Durex-covered d*ck
Don’t try me — I’ll slap you with words
Aesthetically,
Statistically,
I don’t even know you exist
Karate master laid out on the couch
Smoking some cannabis
There are so many “stars”
That got no voice, no money
Let alone style
The music scene depends on PR
Just to stay “in”
⸻
[Hook - Lyrical Son]
Swag has a price
Nothing comes free
Tip of the cold one
I heat up with francs
Grab money, grab money
Enough talk, have mercy
Baklava of the Balkans
Got money, got money
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