Текст и перевод песни MONEY - Black

Black

Bhawein rab ne aa life likhi hoyi ghat ni
Par jinni bhi likhi ae likhi hoyi att ni
Rab di ae mehar utto paise di ni thor
Jo chahida ae billo aake mainu bol

Bhawein rab ne aa life likhi hoyi ghat ni
Par jinni bhi likhi ae likhi hoyi att ni
Sohna te sunakha utto billiyan ne akhan
Garm subah ae agg to

Tera jatt taan black money warga
Rakh lai luka ke jag ton x (2)

Billo yaar tera raaz
Jimmein Swiss Bank da card
Aihe molly di ae goli
Ja LSD di dukan
Hydrogen bomb dekh kaampda jahan
Mere kol mini gun
Mere vairi pareshan

Naddiya da baneya dream jatt ni
Khara jimmein bikaneri feem jatt ni
Rab di ae mehar utto paise di ni thor
Jo chahida ae billo aake mainu bol

Kaiyan kudiya di ankh vich radke
Doodh utte chardi cream jatt ni
Dawein na dhiyan phir hovin pareshan
Door hogi je srre de thag to

Tera jatt taan black money warga
Rakh lai luka ke jag ton x (2)

Bapu mainu rakhda sambhal kudiye
Navi gun denda chhade saal kudiye
Rab di ae mehar utto paise di ni thor
Jo chahida ae billo aake mainu bol

Sath hathyar kartoos warge
Mera venga bhi ni hon dinde baal kudiye
Tu bhi goli pake biba riffle chala ke
Door rakh li na raade wagh ton

Tera jatt taan black money warga
Rakh lai luka ke jag ton x (2)

Tere figure da trigger
Tera nakhra tabaahi
Khud sarkaran vechan chitta
Jithe chor ne sipahi
Mar bi gaya taan kaun douga gawahi
Jaap chale tu ja khuda teri khudayi

Garrare da karan tip top jattiye
Like karre deep jandu di drop jattiye
Rab di ae mehar utto paise di ni thor
Jo chahida ae billo aake mainu bol

Jinne sufne sajaye mere naal ni tu aaye
Koyi naddi kar jaave na flop jattiye
Ikko haal tere jadon charda savera
Mainu mang leya kar rab ton

Tera jatt taan black money warga
Rakh lai luka ke jag ton x (2)

Black

God must have written my life in a bad mood
But however it was written, it was not written well
God's grace is great but there's not a lot of money
Just tell me what you want, baby, and I'll get it for you

God must have written my life in a bad mood
But however it was written, it was not written well
Beauty and elegance, that's what your eyes have
The morning is warm, like fire

Your man is like black money
Hiding it from the world, x (2)

Ooh, babe, your secret
You've got a Swiss Bank card
That's a molly pill
Go to the LSD store
A hydrogen bomb makes the world tremble
I've got a mini gun
My enemies are worried

A man from the streets with dreams
I'm always high on the good stuff
God's grace is great but there's not a lot of money
Just tell me what you want, baby, and I'll get it for you

Many girls are jealous of you
You're the cream of the crop
Don't worry, I'll protect you
And we'll get rid of your enemies

Your man is like black money
Hiding it from the world, x (2)

My father keeps me safe, girl
He buys me a new gun every year, girl
God's grace is great, but there's not a lot of money
Just tell me what you want, baby, and I'll get it for you

My crew is armed like a firing squad
Not even my shadow dares to mess with me, girl
You also carry a gun, baby, and shoot that rifle
Keep your distance from the tiger

Your man is like black money
Hiding it from the world, x (2)

Your figure is a trigger
Your attitude is deadly
The government itself sells drugs
Where the thief is the policeman
If I die, who will testify?
Pray to your god, for he is your salvation

My car is the best, girl
Like Deep Jandu's music, girl
God's grace is great, but there's not a lot of money
Just tell me what you want, baby, and I'll get it for you

All the dreams I have, you're not in them
May no tragedy strike us, girl
I'll be waiting for you when the sun rises
Pray to god to give me you

Your man is like black money
Hiding it from the world, x (2)