Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Penge Kommer Går , by - Gilli. Release date: 17.05.2015
Song language: Danish
Penge Kommer Går(original) |
| Tæ-tænker på mine sedler, så det' fuckin' gleemt |
| Ingen her omkring kan gør' det godt igen |
| Har kun brødre omkring mig der nok i det |
| Illoyale personer vil stopp' mit held |
| Penge kommer går, penge-penge kommer går |
| Pe-penge kommer går, men jeg' alene, til jeg forgår |
| Pe-penge kommer går, penge-penge kommer går |
| Pe-penge kommer går, men jeg' alene, til jeg forgår |
| Skimask', Air Max, så 'de klar til et rob |
| Din task', dit pas, så 'der fart, ikk' noget stop |
| I håb om at bli' rig, skubber folk kokain |
| Og de små de pakker maskin, der uden problemer rammer din bil |
| Fået nok af at være flad, gået rundt på en gad' |
| Men i håbet om at forlad', ligger jeg ord ned på en plad' |
| Når din udsigt er blå blink, din' tanker de kun penge |
| Dit øjeblik er røget væk, så sørg for at holde tæt |
| Penge i min lomm', ventet så længe på, de kom |
| Alle små børn kan blive kong', selvom de kom — |
| Hen fra beton, men tænk dig om, for det ikk' let — |
| At sælge ton, den materielle facon |
| Ender med kæder og bånd, fra sedler i hånden til celler; |
| en dom |
| Og nu det for sent at vende om |
| Tæ-tænker på mine sedler, så det' fuckin' gleemt |
| Ingen her omkring kan gør' det godt igen |
| Har kun brødre omkring mig der nok i det |
| Illoyale personer vil stopp' mit held |
| Penge kommer går, penge-penge kommer går |
| Pe-penge kommer går, men jeg' alene, til jeg forgår |
| Pe-penge kommer går, penge-penge kommer går |
| Pe-penge kommer går, men jeg' alene, til jeg forgår |
| Illegale til de dør, skifter bane, når de kør'r |
| Psykosen gør vi blevet skør, så hold din kon' og børn indendørs |
| Stå på dine ben, bror, ikk' lig ned |
| Vi dør for dumme ting men ikk' frihed |
| Men i sidste ende er det Gud, der bestemmer |
| OD eller skud fra hyæner |
| Shorta vil nupp' dig, hold ud med din' venner |
| Finder fingeraftryk fra din hud på din' hænder |
| Schlap af, schlap af, visiter mig hver dag, hver dag |
| Snakker om folk, der ruller folk, når jakkesættene ruller os |
| Og tager fitty-fitty, når aktiekurserne ruller op |
| Fortabt sjæl men vi holder det ud |
| Kælder, tunneller, vi noller det juu |
| Alle omkring mig vil have lommerne fulde |
| Så alle omkring mig kigger op imod Gud |
| Fuck politiet, for de kommer kun med drama |
| Ender med min' hænder spænder, for håndjernene strammer |
| Tæ-tænker på mine sedler, så det' fuckin' gleemt |
| Ingen her omkring kan gør' det godt igen |
| Har kun brødre omkring mig der nok i det |
| Illoyale personer vil stopp' mit held |
| Penge kommer går, penge-penge kommer går |
| Pe-penge kommer går, men jeg' alene, til jeg forgår |
| Pe-penge kommer går, penge-penge kommer går |
| Pe-penge kommer går, men jeg' alene, til jeg forgår |
| (translation) |
| Tea-thinking on my notes so it 'fuckin' forgotten |
| No one around here can do it well again |
| Have only brothers around me there enough in it |
| Disloyal people will stop my luck |
| Money comes goes, money-money comes goes |
| Pe-money comes go, but I 'alone, until I pass away |
| Pe-money comes goes, money-money comes goes |
| Pe-money comes go, but I 'alone, until I pass away |
| Ski mask ', Air Max, so' they ready for a rob |
| Your task ', your passport, so' there speed, nothing 'stop |
| Hoping to get rich, people push cocaine |
| And the little ones that pack machine that easily hit your car |
| Got enough of being flat, walking around on a street ' |
| But in the hope of leaving ', I lay words on a plate' |
| When your view is blue blinking, your 'they only think money |
| Your moment is smoked away, so be sure to stay close |
| Money in my pocket ', waited so long for them to come |
| All young children can become kings, even if they came - |
| From concrete, but think about it, because it's not easy - |
| To sell ton, the material shape |
| Ends with chains and ribbons, from banknotes in hand to cells; |
| a judgment |
| And now it's too late to turn around |
| Tea-thinking on my notes so it 'fuckin' forgotten |
| No one around here can do it well again |
| Have only brothers around me there enough in it |
| Disloyal people will stop my luck |
| Money comes goes, money-money comes goes |
| Pe-money comes go, but I 'alone, until I pass away |
| Pe-money comes goes, money-money comes goes |
| Pe-money comes go, but I 'alone, until I pass away |
| Illegal until they die, change lanes when driving |
| The psychosis makes us crazy, so keep your wife and children indoors |
| Stand on your feet, brother, do not lie down |
| We die for stupid things but not freedom |
| But in the end, it is God who decides |
| OD or shots from hyenas |
| Shorta will nupp 'you, hang out with your' friends |
| Finds fingerprints from your skin on your 'hands |
| Relax, relax, visit me every day, every day |
| Talking about people rolling people when suits roll us |
| And takes fitty-fitty when stock prices roll up |
| Lost soul but we endure it |
| Basement, tunnels, we zero it juu |
| Everyone around me wants their pockets full |
| So everyone around me is looking up to God |
| Fuck the police, because they only come with drama |
| Ends with my 'hands buckling, for the handcuffs tighten |
| Tea-thinking on my notes so it 'fuckin' forgotten |
| No one around here can do it well again |
| Have only brothers around me there enough in it |
| Disloyal people will stop my luck |
| Money comes goes, money-money comes goes |
| Pe-money comes go, but I 'alone, until I pass away |
| Pe-money comes goes, money-money comes goes |
| Pe-money comes go, but I 'alone, until I pass away |