Translation

[Intro: Yo Gotti & Gucci Mane]

(Holiday—Holiday—Holiday Season, ayy!)

Hey nigga, it's your boy Yo Gotti, I'ma tell you some real shit

Nigga, money bring murder (It's Gucci)

Murder bring respect (Squad)

In translation, we're to stay the fuck out of jail, nigga (Gotti, Cartel)

(Holiday—Hol—Holiday—Hol—Holiday—Holiday Season!)

Translator's what you need if you got a plug, pussy (Aight)

Hey, what it do, Gucci (What it do?)

What it do, Cartel (Squad)

I'm Bricksquad affiliated, nigga

Don't never forget that shit, ha (It's Gucci, squad)

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]

I need a motherfucking translator, my plug is a Mexican

We talk so many numbers, we put numbers into sentences

15, 16, 17.5, price too high, I won't buy

You can get a G off every key if you gon' take the right (Holiday Season!)

I'm from Dope City, North Memphis, nigga, look it up

[?] away with pots and pans and we just cooking up

And lame niggas try to imitate the swag

But the dope boy shit ain't got a price or a tag (Oh, it's Holiday Season, nigga)

You can't pay to be a gangsta, them goons in your bushes

All the money in the world, man, I bet you're still a pussy

The whips bilingual, them bitches foreign

Lifeline to the streets, I just keep it going

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

The tats on my face tell my niggas who we be

The tats on my back show my bitches I'm a G

Translation, one plus two equals three

More keys for you and more pounds for me

Translation, calculation

Translation, calculation

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Abbreviation, more money for me, more money we see

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Abbreviation, more money for me, more money we see, Gucci!

[Verse 2: Cartel MGM]

1008 grams of coca

Touched the dope first, it came straight from the border

Just 2 weeks to send the money back over

Gotta keep a strap, gotta keep a big pistola

My team full of young bald-headed Mexicans

Move a lot of dope, then we do the shit again

Bricks too hot, so I'm fucking with the meth

Everybody know Cartel about a check

If you ain't talking money, then I don't speak your language

18 wheeler from Arizona full of cabbage

When it touch down, my money gonna double up

Think about plying, you get kidnapped and tied up

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

The tats on my face tell my niggas who we be

The tats on my back show my bitches I'm a G

Translation, one plus two equals three

More keys for you and more pounds for me

Translation, calculation

Translation, calculation

Translation, calculation

Abbreviation, more money for me, more money we see

Translation, calculation

Translation, calculation

Abbreviation, more money for me, more money we see, Gucci!

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]

I'm the shit like Mr. Toilet, bitch, I need a Pooper Scooper

I'm jumping out the jag like a fuckin' paratrooper

Quarter pound of kiss-my-ass, half a bag of swag

So take an overdose of me and throw him in the trash

Young Cartel, that's my migo, Yo Gotti, that's my Vato

We pull up in them Lambos, a car show on East Flat Shoals

Birds came in tonight, them dirty birds call me Roddy White

On a burner like Ike Turner

I love that good ol' marijuana

[?] helped me paved the way

And I still got my plug, translate, abbreviate

BS on that bull shit, that Brick Squad Monopoly

All these bitches jocking me, cocaine, that's my prodigy

[Chorus: Gucci mane]

The tats on my face tell my niggas who we be

The tats on my back show my bitches I'm a G

Translation, one plus two equals three

More keys for you and more pounds for me

Translation, calculation

Translation, calculation

Translation, calculation

Abbreviation, more money for me, more money we see

Translation, calculation

Translation, calculation

Abbreviation, more money for me, more money we see, Gucci!