Текст песни 96,000 - Corey Hawkins , Anthony Ramos

96,000
(Damn)
96,000
(Dollars? Holla'!)
96,000
(That's a lotta spray cans!)
96,000

Yo
If I won the lotto tomorrow
Well, I know
I wouldn't bother goin' on no spendin' spree
I'd pick a business school and pay the entrance fee
And maybe, if you're lucky, you'll stay friends with me

I'll be a businessman
Richer than Nina's daddy
Tiger Woods and I on the links
And he's my caddy

My money's makin' money, I'm goin' from po' to moto
Keep the bling, I want the brass ring like Frodo!

Oh no, there goes Mr. Braggadocio
Next thing you know, you're lying like Pinocchio
Well, if you're scared of the bull, stay out the rodeo
Yo, I got more flows than Obi-Wan Kenobi, yo!

Ooh, you'd better stop rappin'
You not ready
It's gonna get hot and heavy and you're already sweaty

Yo-yo-yo
Yo, yo, I'm sorry, was that an answer?
Shut up, go home and pull your damn pants up!
As for you, Mr. Frodo of the shire, 96 G's ain't enough to retire

Aw, come on, I'll have enough to knock your ass off its axis!
You'll have a knapsack full of jack after taxes!

96,000
(Ay, alabanza!)
96,000
(No me diga!)
96,000
(I never win shit!)
96,000

For real, though
Imagine how it would feel goin' real slow
Down the highway o' life
With no regrets
And no breaking your neck for respect or a paycheck

For real, though, I'll take a break from the wheel
And we'll throw the biggest block party, everybody here
A weekend when we can breathe, take it easy

Yo ma, it's me, check my tickets!
Check, one two three, what would you do with 96 G's (who, me?)
I mean, if it's just between you and me
Esa pregunta es tricky
I know!

With 96 G's
I'd start my life with a brand new lease
Atlantic City with a Malibu breeze
And a brand new weave
(Or maybe just bleach)
(Y'all are freaks)

Yo, I'm just sayin'
It's silly when we get into
These crazy hypotheticals
You really want some bread?
Then go ahead, create a set of goals
And cross them off the list as you pursue them
And with those 96, I know precisely what I'm doin'

Whatchu doin'?

What am I doin'? What am I doin'?
It takes half of that cash just to save my ass from financial ruin
Sonny can keep the coffee brewin'
I'll spend a few on you
Cause the only room with a view's a room with you in it

And I could give Abuela Claudia the rest of it
Just fly me down to Puerto Plata, I'll make the best of it
You really love this business?
(No!)
Tough, Merry Christmas!
You now the youngest tycoon in Washington Hiznits

Yo, with 96,000, I'd finally fix housin'
Give the barrio computers and wireless web browsin'
Your kids are living without a good edu-ma-cation, change the station

Teach them about gentrification, the rent is escalatin' (what?)
The rich are penetratin' (what?)
We pay our corporations
When we should be demonstratin' (what?)

What about immigration? (what?)
Politicians be hatin' (what?)
Racism in this nation's gone
From latent to blatant!

I'll cash my ticket and picket
Invest in protest
Never lose my focus 'til the
City takes notice

And you know this, man!
I'll never sleep
Because the ghetto has a million promises for me to keep!

(You are so cute!)
(I was just thinking off the top of my head)
96K, go!

If I win the lottery
You'll never see me again

(Damn, we only jokin'
Stay broke, then!)

I'll be downtown
Get a nice studio
Get out of the barrio

For real, though (if I win the lottery)
Imagine how it would feel
Goin' real slow
Down the highway of life (you'll wonder where I've been)
With no regrets
And no breakin' your neck for respect
Or a paycheck

It's silly when we get into these crazy hypotheticals, (I'll be downtown)
You really want some bread? Then go ahead
Create a set of goals and cross them off the list as you pursue em' (see you around)
And with those 96, I know precisely what I'm doin'!

Check, one two three (if I win the lottery)
And with the dolla', dolla'
With 96 G's
We get to holla', holla'
Between you and me (you won't see a lot of me!)

We rock the hot impala
Why-hoo!
With 96 G's (I'll be downtown)
We movin' on tomorrow

A brand new lease
We rock beyond manana
A Malibu breeze (see you around)
We drop the mama drama
We stop at the Bahamas

Woah, woah, woah
(I'll be downtown!)
We could pay off the debts we owe!
We could tell everyone we know!
I could get on a plane and go
We'd be swimmin' in dough, yo

No tip-toin'
We'll get the dough 'n'
Once we get goin'
We never gonna
No tip-toin'
We'll get the dough 'n'
Once we get goin'
We're never gonna–

Ninety-six thousand
No tip-toin'
Ninety-six thousand
We'll get the dough 'n'
Ninety-six thousand
Once we get goin'
Ninety-six thousand
Make the world know 'em

Ninety-six thousand
Ninety-six thousand
Ninety-six thousand
Ninety-six thousand
Ninety-six thousand

We'll get the dough 'n'
Once we get the goin'
We're never gonna stop