Majka - A little drip, a little drop Ai cover скачать в хорошем качестве

Majka - A little drip, a little drop Ai cover

Majka - Csurran, cseppen AI Edit MAJKA / @majesz187 / @majkahivatalos / @majorospeter LYRICS: @Lucifer992G Majka - Csurran, cseppen For english speakers, a rhyming version of the lyrics: Money, mon-mon-money, come my way, Come-come-come-come here today. Money, mon-mon-mon-mon-mon-money, my dear, Money, oh money, I want you near! For eight years now, I’ve been the boss, Shouted "Russians out!" and I got my cause. A little cash came, it was all I’d need, Lost one eye, but I took the lead. We grew so big, like a holy crowd, Just slamming gays would make them bow. We laughed at fools; the cash would flow, With promises sweet, we’d run the show. We knew a program was the next big plan, So I cooked it up with my childhood clan. Most of my crew had a criminal trail, But in street fights, they’d never fail! An old pal came with a knock on my door, He smelled the money, he’d done it before. We cleaned him up; he fit the mold, Made him finance chief with a heart of gold! A little drip, a little drop, From here and there, it doesn’t stop. In freezing cold or blazing heat, I survive it all, I can’t be beat! The laws are written just for me, Money falls from the sky, you’ll see. A drip, a drop, it fills the stash, The boss is tight with cold, hard cash. Oops, a billion here, I tucked it away, It’s worth getting out of bed each day. At first, I trembled with twenty in hand, But now I’m calm, you understand. This car drives smooth, it’s really sweet, Relax, it’s your cash—it can’t be beat. Luxury calls, it’s a world-class ride, I bought a watch, a forest wide. Got a secretary with talents deep, All in a day, no need to weep. I just had to survive the vote, Cook up a line to get their note. Give them a fear they’ll never know, Something complex, so doubts won’t grow. We tread with care where the Jews abound, They guard the money where it’s found. The Roma? No point in stirring hate, They help us win when it’s getting late. Contracts outsourced, hooligans down, Friends of friends? A pardon’s crowned. And for journalists, a bribe’s enough, They’ll post it all—just don’t call their bluff! A little drip, a little drop, From here and there, it doesn’t stop. In freezing cold or blazing heat, I survive it all, I can’t be beat! The laws are written just for me, Money falls from the sky, you’ll see. A drip, a drop, it fills the stash, The boss is tight with cold, hard cash. Oh, heavenly, divine gangster king, He takes, he keeps, he grabs everything. A warlord brave with a snowy face, Fights for love, for power, for grace. For God, the homeland, and every child, He plays his part, both meek and wild. A little drip, a little drop, From here and there, it doesn’t stop. In freezing cold or blazing heat, I survive it all, I can’t be beat! The laws are written just for me, Money falls from the sky, you’ll see. A drip, a drop, it fills the stash, The boss is tight with cold, hard cash. Now listen up, my little dear, Why do I do all this, so clear? Why all the fuss and the endless spin? For money, for cash—what else could it have been? Money, mon-mon-money, come my way, Come-come-come-come here today. Money, mon-mon-mon-mon-mon-money, my dear, Money, oh money, I want you near! Damn, how I love the cash, oh yeah!