Mo Money Mo Haters Lyrics In English Translation

Mo Money Mo Haters Lyrics In English Translation

Song: MO’ MONEY MO’ HATERS
Singer: SUMMER CEM x SHIRIN DAVID
Label: SUMMER CEM x SHIRIN DAVID
Release date: Aug 13, 2026

Mo Money Mo Haters Lyrics In English Translation

(Geenaro)
(So, I’m going to Ghana)

You’re a gold digger, Siki has to do a Moonwalk
After that, flee to a health resort for therapy
South Carolina or New Orleans?
The way you perform, you’ll get a YouPorn deal
She’s a mind-fucker, buzzkill, mood-killer, true sinner
Because she’s Lucifer’s second cousin
Bad bitches at my table, I’ve got enough liquor
For “Tamam Tamam,” I expect a Pulitzer
A deadly weapon in the fucking Bottega
More money, more problems, more haters
I do this shit blind, rapping is a no-brainer
We step our paper up with every record
You’re the co-trainer, but Summer is the main man
Amen, two million, one placement
My chains are doing breakdance
Yeah, baby, call me Space Cem

The whole club is shaking, shit, to music you stupidly dance to
CC, send the bitches a mass email
1942, no regular stuff
What’s up, baby? Tell me what’s up
Did you get yourself ready? (Mh-hm)
Got your mani-pedi done? (Aha)
1942, no regular stuff
What’s up, baby? Tell me what’s up (Yuh)

Babsi, the Barbie, the baddie, the queen
One killer, two Aries, it’s Cem and Shirin (Ah)
I eat God’s food, I’m a made diva (Diva)
Organic-certified, my dates come from Palestine, ah (Free)
Hot damn ho, here we go again (Go)
If you’re not a masc, then I’m not a femme (Nah)
I’m bi, son, like Appa in Avatar
No matter how great you are, I’m Barbara (Brrt)
Haters call me Nicki on Wish
Because they don’t know any other female rappers besides Nicki and me (Uh)
You want me to react? Put more effort into it
After weak songs, I don’t turn around like on The Voice
Rap queen, years at the top
I’m not Epstein, but everyone is waiting because of the long list
I’m beyond any doubt
At the next shitstorm, I’ll have two hides

The whole club is shaking, shit, to music you stupidly dance to
CC, send the bitches a mass email
1942, no regular stuff
What’s up, baby? Tell me what’s up
Did you get yourself ready? (Mh-hm)
Got your mani-pedi done? (Aha)
1942, no regular stuff
What’s up, baby? Tell me what’s up

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