J COLE – ATM

Lyrics

Life can bring much pain
There are many ways to deal with this pain
Choose wisely
Will I fall? Will I fly?
Heal my soul
Fulfill my high
Cross my heart (Count, count, count, count it)
And hope to die (Count, count, count, count it)
With my slice (Count, count, count, count it)
Of Devil's pie
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
I know that it's difficult
I'm stackin' this paper, it's sort of habitual
I blow the residual
And fuckin' yo bitch like its part of my ritual
Pardon the visual
But money, it give me a hard-on it's typical
I want it in physical
A million dollars, I count up in intervals
Without it I'm miserable
Don't wanna fall off so I'm all in my bag
Thankin' God like it's biblical
I know it's gon' solve every problem I have
I balled on the principal
Remember the teachers was all on my ass
Now look all of them, pitiful
And all of a sudden I'm so good at math
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Can't take it when you die, but you can't live without it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Can't take it when you die
Uno, dos, tres
Big bills, big bills
I fell in love with big wheels and quick thrills
My niggas runnin' tip drills, can't sit still
Don't give a fuck if it kills, it mix well
I'm only countin'
Big bills, big bills
I fell in love with big wheels and quick thrills
My niggas runnin' tip drills, can't sit still
Don't give a fuck if it kills, it mix well
I'm only countin'...
Uno, dos, tres, quatro
Proceed with caution
I heard if you chase it only results in
A hole in your heart
Fuck it, I take the whole cake and I won't leave a portion
It's only an organ
Thank God mama couldn't afford the abortion
The loneliest orphan
I flip my misfortune and grow me a fortune
My Rollie is scorchin'
Them niggas that hated is slowly endorsin'
Now Cole, he important
My niggas beside me like Tommy and Martin
We ball on your court and
Escape with your bitch like we Tonya Harding
She don't need her garments
She horny from all the money we countin'
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Can't take it when you die, but you can't live without it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Can't take it when you die
Uno dos
Will I fall? Will I fly?
Heal my soul
Fulfill my high
Cross my heart
And hope to die
With my slice of Devil’s pie

Paroles (Traduction)

La vie peut apporter beaucoup de douleur
Il y a plusieurs façons de gérer cette douleur
Choisissez judicieusement
Vais-je tomber ? Vais-je voler ?
Guéris mon âme
Réalise mon idéal
Je le jure (Compte, compte, compte, compte-le)
Et espère mourir (Compte, compte, compte, compte-le)
Avec ma part (Compte, compte, compte, compte-la)
De tarte du Diable
Compte-le, compte-le, compte-le, compte-le
Compte-le, compte-le, compte-le, compte-le
Compte-le, compte-le, compte-le, compte-le
Compte-le, compte-le, compte-le, compte-le
Compte-le, compte-le, compte-le, compte-le
Je sais que c'est difficile
Je cumule cet argent, c'est presque habituel
Je dépense le reste
Et je baise ta meuf comme si c'était rituel
Pardonne la vision
Mais l'argent, ça m'excite, c'est typique
Je le veux en physique
Un million de dollars, je compte par intervalles
Sans ça, je suis misérable
Je ne veux pas tomber, alors je suis à fond dans mon sac
Remerciant Dieu comme si c'était biblique
Je sais que ça va résoudre tous mes problèmes
J'ai dépassé le principal
Rappelle-toi, les profs étaient sur mon dos
Maintenant, regarde-les, pitoyables
Et tout à coup, je suis doué en maths
Compte-le, compte-le, compte-le, compte-le
Compte-le, compte-le, compte-le, compte-le
Compte-le, compte-le, compte-le, compte-le
On ne peut pas l'emporter quand on meurt, mais on ne peut pas vivre sans
Compte-le, compte-le, compte-le, compte-le
Compte-le, compte-le, compte-le, compte-le
Compte-le, compte-le, compte-le, compte-le
On ne peut pas l'emporter quand on meurt
Un, deux, trois
Gros billets, gros billets
Je suis tombé amoureux des grosses voitures et des sensations fortes
Mes potes en

Thématique Argent

Style Hip hop

Keywords Argent, Capitalisme

Entités normées J Cole, KOD