FTR Lyrics (English Translation) – Werenoi

Read the full FTR (English Translation) lyrics by Werenoi along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Werenoi’s music, you can also explore Boss and Colisée, two other songs by Werenoi.

[Intro: Werenoi]
Square
It’s square
Bellek track

[Verse 1: Werenoi]
We’ve got the money, you know that money is about serving, so do more.
I didn’t wait for rap to make my life, do you think I enjoy it?
Wads as big as Shaquille O’Neal, I don’t know if you can imagine.
They work magic, they want to put sand in the machine.
Two or three showcases, a million showcases, I do their annual tally.
They’re at sea, they’re in a canoe, they don’t have enough money to row.
Two Richard Mille, from a hundred to a thousand, harder to do than rap.
They tell my name to the physio, they call me on video so I didn’t call them back.
One point, I pay the creave, I scratch the rim under pillave, 100K a month is more.
I haven’t been working the zip since yesterday, I sent them stone, even in the sea we can stand.
You wish for death in your prayers, we’ll scoop you up with a spoon.
I’m counting on a yacht, I’m counting in a Viano, millions of bills, Millions of diamonds
I didn’t put the ring on him, I put the leash on him

[Chorus: Lil Tjay & Werenoi]
I’m tryna run up these hunnids, you only live once, fu*k a rest
Fashion Week, Paris, I’m paying, you know we come through, you get murked
I slam ten points in ten minutes, your purchasing power is diminishing
We don’t make mistakes in the lab and like in the Bronx, it stinks of weed
VVS on every watch, bad b!tch look like Betty Boop
Fresh, I move out, bet he pop
And I let ’em play with ’em, I bet he not
I’m chasing the top n!ggas in the game
I can’t hang around with these n!ggas, lame
They should be ashamed, I been putting pain
We answer the call on payday
It’s God who gives, we got everything we deserve
So it’s not me who’s going to give you my darling

[Verse 2: Lil Tjay, Werenoi]
I need my bread out the gate, n!gga no time to wait, in my money don’t even doubt

Trusting my thing but my stupid decisions have life for the ones, should I take it to trial?
Milli’s on milli’s, been here for a while, know they hated the kid, fu*king look at me now
This ain’t pretend, he really him, prolly a hunnid thousand on me now (It’s square)

[Chorus: Lil Tjay & Werenoi]
I’m tryna run up these hunnids, you only live once, fu*k a rest
Fashion Week, Paris, I’m paying, you know we come through, you get murked
I slap ten points in ten minutes, your purchasing power decreases
We don’t make mistakes in the lab and like in the Bronx, it stinks of weed
VVS on every watch, bad b!tch look like Betty Boop
Fresh, I move out, bet he pop
And I let ’em play with ’em, I bet he not
I’m chasing the top n!ggas in the game
I can’t hang around with these n!ggas, lame
They should be ashamed, I’ve been putting pain
We answer the call on payday
It’s God who gives, we get everything we deserve
So it’s not me who’s going to give it to you, my dear