Нет монет [Net monet] [Transliteration]

(No money)

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Net monet, monet, monet, monet net

Net monet, monet, monet, monet, mon~

Gde-to modeli shibechut

Na verkhnem etazhe

Glamurnovo lofta (tam chyotko).

A ya chitayu svoy repchik

Podruzhkam v garazhe,

Tatushki za shkoloy b'yu (za sotku).

YA nenavishu vash Cubase, dazhe komp visit, kak zhe mne stat' MC?

A telkam nravyatsya bity u Depo Bulvard'a, a ne gitara.

Vot byl by didzhey, mne by vse tselovali nogi,

Yesli b ne progi.

Vorvat'sya v rep by iz glushi,

No gde shishi i mama ne razreshit.

Na doroge zhizni ne ochen' mne,

Razdayu listovki na obochinye.

Konduktor poymayet na polputi...

Konduktor, prosti!

Galina, prosti!

Net monet, monet (monet), monet (monet), monet net

Net monet, monet (monet), monet (monet), monet, mon~

Net monet, monet (monet), monet (monet), monet net

Net monet, monet (monet), monet (monet), monet, mon~

Vylyez dyadya, kipishuya,

Prolozhil mne vverkh dorogu.

Teper' za respekty ne lishu ya,

U menya i tak ikh mnogo.

Ey balkony, ya ne slyshu!

Ey partery, ruki vyshe!

Stan' adeptom nashey very,

Ey balkony! Ey partery!

Eto ne p'yanyy zvukorezh zapel

V razgare zharkoy diskoteki, nyet.

Sprosi v komentarikh «Chto za bespredel?»

Eto real'no moy novyy trek!

U tebya ne zalozhilo ukho,

I didzhey kak mozhey krutit zvuk.

On real'no sdelan ochen' sukho,

On real'no pro kakih-to suk (i dlya kakih-to suk).

Deystvuyu na nikh kak yad,

Oni klikayut menya v iTunes,

V tesnoy grimyorkye l'styat,

Chtoby plyunut', kogda otvernus'

YA k dvatsati uspela podrasti,

Chitayu rep o tvorcheskom puti.

Nadeyus' ofitsiant menya prostit,

On prosit melochi sresti, no

Net monet, monet (monet), monet (monet), monet net

Net monet, monet (monet), monet (monet), monet, mon~

Net monet, monet (monet), monet (monet), monet net

Net monet, monet (monet), monet (monet), monet, mon~

– Monet net!

– Ty bity pisala! Kto tebe razreshil k komp'yuteru podkhodit'?!

– Da ya ne pisala nikakiye bity! Ya prosto... ya uroki delayu, chestno!

– Ubiray eto vsyo!

– Vklyuchi internet nazad, mne po urokam nado!

Gde-to modeli strekochut,

Oni vsegda v sloumo.

Lezhu, na nikh nogi (zakinuv).

Ne podozhdi paru strochek:

YA upadu na dno

V traditsiyakh strogikh (rep singlov).

Zvyozdnym bleskom ya siyayu,

Svet pul'siruyet pod pitmy,

Na moy sol'nik ne puskayut

Bez ochkov solntsezashitnikh

Tam v grimerku kheyter zlobnyy

Zerkala pronyos za vzyatku.

V nikh tragichno otrazivshis'

YA sgorela bez ostatka.

S nebes dopevayu posledniy hit,

YA – novyy Lil Peep, internet kipit.

Fanat opozdavshiy sprosil bilet –

«Prostitye, no nyet artistok takikh».