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Lingua della canzone: Inglese
Auction |
| God is all I fear, money machine is all I hear |
| Where are you? Tearing up the mall, I buy the mall out there |
| It’s the bomb, no fall out gear |
| No shelter, Helta Skelta |
| Bubble like alka seltzer |
| Look at me, king, I’ll melt ya |
| Bars and cars give them the scrunchy face |
| Violate then find out how your lung taste |
| Got money to bungee, you don’t want this hate |
| Yo, I can throw it down and watch it come back up |
| You food, but you don’t really want this plate |
| (Nah, slow down, Diddy, you’re killing them |
| Pictures on billboards, know them bitches is feeling him |
| You still blowing up like you helium |
| Cars like spaceships, niggas thought it was aliens) |
| This is Harlem, niggas that push foreigns |
| Little homie shoot with the left like James Harden |
| Excuse me, money, never to beg pardon |
| Jacuzzi in a Sprinter, models take part in |
| Tell me where the money is at and I’m departing |
| Welcome to the auction |
| We selling flows, riches glow, solid gold |
| Big chains froze, flashy rings, all you need |
| What you want nigga, what you see |
| Nigga, welcome to the auction, we got it all |
| Soul ball, fortune fame, riches, cars |
| Vintage frames, drinks to pour, minks to the floor |
| Nigga, you already know |
| (Puff Daddy) |
| I’m chosen, something like Beethoven |
| Comes out golden anytime I compose it |
| Watch gruesome, chain ferocious |
| Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious |
| The tub filled with roses |
| Coming to America money, we Earl Jones it |
| King Joffery, James Brown, now watch me |
| Keep going knowing they can’t stop me |
| Wearing 40 belows, the coats Rocky |
| Lambo truck same color as broccoli |
| Acting like Tyson when he was twenty something |
| Bitch seen the money and came, I call that money cumming |
| (Ask what’s a couple of mills, I say twenty something) |
| I’mma a keep on moving, I hear the drummer coming |
| (Bright like them time square lights the way I bubble something |
| Nights and ice for the ruckers, I know the summer’s coming |
| Dyckman, double parked, all the niggas just love the frontin') |
| I’m like, «fuck nigga, then show them something» |
| (Cause I’m shining like I can glow or something |
| Throwing money in the air, but i don’t owe them nothing) |
| Welcome to the auction |
| We selling flows, riches glow solid gold |
| Big chains froze, flashy rings, all you need |
| What you want nigga, what you see |
| Nigga welcome to the auction, we got it all |
| Soul ball, fortune fame, riches, cars |
| Vintage frames, drinks to pour, minks to the floor |
| Nigga you already know |
| Hold up, let me show you how to post up |
| Let me show you how to do it when you leaning on the 'rossa |
| Let me show you how you talking |
| Switch up the way that you walking |
| You can get it at the auction |
| All that facade rapping and jaw yapping |
| Nigga, shut the fuck up and watch God happen |
| Come rain, sleet, or hail, no sales stop |
| Crib on the island, gotta sail to the mail box |
| Still send mails to my homie in the jail spot |
| Roll a big L, bump Big, and let a shell pop |
| Bodyguards tail wifey to the nail shop |
| So you can get popped and she won’t drop the Chanel box |
| Get on my city, nigga, westside ride, eastside bang |
| Sheeeze, I came so far, GS Lex to G5 planes |
| At least i’ve trained |
| You say it’s crazy good, we not sane |
| That’s the beast I’ve tamed |
| These shots came b y frame for no reason |
| Somebody gotta be filming this |
| When you got this much God somebody gotta be villainess |
| Somebody gotta be feeling like it’s prophecy filling in |
| We gotta be boss, somebody gotta be middle men |
| When you do it this big somebody gotta belittle it |
| Literally it’s like the lottery picked us |
| And you ain’t who you depicted in a lot of these pictures |
| Welcome to the auction |
| We selling flows, riches glow solid gold |
| Big chains froze, flashy rings, all you need |
| What you want nigga, what you see |
| Nigga welcome to the auction, we got it all |
| Soul ball, fortune fame, riches, cars |
| Vintage frames, drinks to pour, minks to the floor |
| Nigga you already know |