바카라 (Baccarat) Lyrics (English Translation) – Potty Monkey

바카라 (Baccarat) (English Translation) Lyrics Meaning

[Chorus: Potty Monkey, JUSTHIS]
This part gives off the energy and vibe of someone sitting at the baccarat table, throwing around thousands of dollars like it’s nothing. It keeps switching between “Banker” and “Player,” which are the two betting options in the game. The repetition shows how quickly bets are placed one after another, like a loop that’s hard to break. It feels like a rhythm of addiction—money going in nonstop, no pause to think. The constant motion of betting big and chasing wins reflects how thrilling and dangerous this world is. It’s not about strategy here—it’s about the rush, the obsession, and the money flowing so fast it becomes a blur. This chorus sets the mood for the chaotic and risky gambling lifestyle that the rest of the song explores.

[Verse 1: Potty Monkey, JUSTHIS & Potty Monkey]
This part dives into how it all started for the artist. He saw friends getting into baccarat, so he followed them to Gangnam’s casinos. It seemed fun at first, but he quickly got hooked. The crazy thing is, even when he was winning, he didn’t feel good—he just kept going, trying to “recover” losses or chase something he couldn’t name. His friends tried to pull him out, but the addiction had its grip on him. Even when he knew he’d regret it, he’d still go back. It became a cycle—either he was stacking chips or stacking debt. He flashes expensive stuff like Louboutin shoes and diamond chains, with the colors representing banker and player bets, showing how deep baccarat is tied to his image and lifestyle. He talks about making money online and how people envy him now, but he started with nothing and worked nonstop to get where he is. There’s pride in the grind, but it’s also clear that he’s still in the middle of a struggle. He doesn’t sleep, always chasing that “lucky day” or jackpot. He compares himself to Mayweather, undefeated in his eyes, but also questions how much to bet each time, treating life itself like a gamble. There’s even a moment where he talks about choosing between helping someone at rock bottom or escaping with someone glamorous—showing the weird, sometimes dark decisions this lifestyle brings. Through it all, he keeps throwing down stacks of cash like it’s the only thing he knows.

[Verse 2: JUSTHIS]
Here, the vibe is flashy and wild. He’s stepping into the casino like he owns the place—rocking a Fendi fanny pack with thousands inside, more cash on his wrist, surrounded by luxury and mystery. He’s rolling with other rich people who look at him like, “How did this guy get here?” It’s a loud scene, full of diamonds, saggy pants, and high-stakes energy. He and his friend are betting big at the high-roller tables. Then he flips the tone and drops some real talk. He says the outcome always falls on the gambler, and your mindset is what really matters. He pokes at people who bet with anger and chaos, warning that only those who stay calm and patient actually win. He draws a line between those who make money and those who lose it, and says the true winners are way above all this mess. He paints this life like a ghost trap—smoking nonstop, stuck in the casino with no sunlight or rest. He jokes about everyone thinking, “Just one more try and I’ll win,” but most end up losing everything and messaging him for help. There’s a darker moment when he says some people are so broken they want to die, but even he admits he feels the same sometimes and turns to prayer. Still, he’s skeptical—he says if prayers suddenly give you wins, maybe it’s not God, maybe it’s temptation. That last line hits hard—saying no matter how bad it gets, work is the only way out.

[Chorus: JUSTHIS, Potty Monkey]
This chorus repeats the same lines from earlier, driving home the never-ending rhythm of gambling life. The cash keeps hitting the table, and the bets keep bouncing between banker and player. It’s like watching a loop of someone stuck in a pattern they can’t break out of—obsessed with winning, addicted to the rush. The repetition shows how time blurs when you’re caught up in the game, and how quickly thousands can come and go. It’s not really about the money anymore; it’s about the feeling, the chase, and the lifestyle that comes with it. This hook keeps you in that fast-paced world where big bets are normal, and losing it all feels just one wrong bet away.

[Outro: Potty Monkey & JUSTHIS, JUSTHIS, Potty Monkey]
The outro repeats the same rhythm again—thousands on the table, calling out banker and player like a chant. It feels like the final spin of the wheel, but also just another round. The way it ends mirrors how the cycle never really stops. It’s like walking out of the casino, but already thinking about going back.