Нет монет [Net monet] [English translation]

(No money)

Got no coins, no coins, I’ve got no coins, I’ve

Got no coins, no coins, no coins, no coins, no~

Got no coins, no coins, I’ve got no coins, I’ve

Got no coins, no coins, no coins, no coins, no~

Fashion models are chatting somewhere

On the upper floor

Of the glamourous loft (it’s rad there).

And I’m reading my rap

For my friends in the garage,

Making tattoos by the school (for hundred bucks).

I hate your Cubase, even my comp freezes from it, how do I become MC?

And chicks like Depo Bulvard’s beats, not a guitar.

If I had a DJ, everyone would kiss my feet,

If it wasn’t for programs.

I wish I could break into rap from the middle of nowhere,

But I’ve got no money, and my mom won’t allow me to.

The journey of life is hard for me,

I’m handing out flyers at the roadside.

Transport conductor will stop me halfway…

Conductor, I’m sorry!

Galina, I’m sorry!

Got no coins, I’ve got (I’ve got) no coins (no coins), I’ve got, I’ve

Got no coins, I’ve got (I’ve got) no coins (no coins), no coins, no~

Got no coins, I’ve got (I’ve got) no coins (no coins), I’ve got, I’ve

Got no coins, I’ve got (I’ve got) no coins (no coins), no coins, no~

A fussing sugar daddy appeared and

Paved the way up for me.

I’m no longer writing just for praise

I’ve already got too much of it.

Hey, peeps on the balconies, I don’t hear you!

Hey, peeps in the stalls, raise your hands higher!

Become an adherent of our faith,

Hey, peeps on the balconies! Hey, peeps in the stalls!

It’s not a drunk sound engineer singing

In the middle of the hot disco, no.

Go ask in the comments: “What kind of madness is this?”

It really is my new track!

You’re hearing it right,

And DJ is twisting the sound as they could,

It really is very rough,

It really is about some bitches (and for some bitches).

I’m like poison for them,

They click on me in iTunes,

They are flattering me in a cramped dressing room,

Just to spit on me, while I’m not looking.

I’ve grown up by my twenty years,

I’m reading rap about my artistic journey.

I hope the waiter will forgive me,

He is asking me to give him a tip, but…

Got no coins, I’ve got (I’ve got) no coins (no coins), I’ve got, I’ve

Got no coins, I’ve got (I’ve got) no coins (no coins), no coins, no~

Got no coins, I’ve got (I’ve got) no coins (no coins), I’ve got, I’ve

Got no coins, I’ve got (I’ve got) no coins (no coins), no coins, no~

"No coins!"

"You were writing beats! Who allowed you near the computer?!"

"I wasn’t writing any beats! I just… I’m doing homework, really!"

"Get rid of all this stuff!"

"Turn the Internet back on, I need it for my homework!"

Fashion models are chatting somewhere,

They’re always in slowmo.

I’m lying, my legs are put (over them).

But wait for just a few more lines,

And I’ll fall down to the bottom

In the strict traditions (of rap singles).

I’m shining like a star,

Light is pulsing with the rhythms,

People aren’t allowed to my solo concert

Without sunglasses.

There, an evil hater brought mirrors

To the dressing room after having paid a bribe.

Having reflected in them tragically,

I burned out with no leftovers.

I’m singing the last hit from the skies,

I’m a new Lil Peep, the Internet is going nuts.

A late fan has asked for a ticket –

“I’m sorry, but no, there are no such performers.”