[Intro: Yo Gotti & Gucci Mane]
(Holiday—Holiday—Holiday Season, ayy!)
Hey n***a, it's your boy Yo Gotti, I'ma tell you some real shit
N***a, money bring murder (It's Gucci)
Murder bring respect (Squad)
In translation, we're to stay the fuck out of jail, n***a (Gotti, Cartel)
(Holiday—Hol—Holiday—Hol—Holiday—Holiday Season!)
Translator's what you need if you got a plug, pussy (Aight)
Hey, what it do, Gucci (What it do?)
What it do, Cartel (Squad)
I'm Bricksquad affiliated, n***a
Don't never forget that shit, ha (It's Gucci, squad)

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I need a motherfucking translator, my plug is a Mexican
We talk so many numbers, we put numbers into sentences
15, 16, 17.5, price too high, I won't buy
You can get a G off every key if you gon' take the right (Holiday Season!)
I'm from Dope City, North Memphis, n***a, look it up
[?] away with pots and pans and we just cooking up
And lame n***as try to imitate the swag
But the dope boy shit ain't got a price or a tag (Oh, it's Holiday Season, n***a)
You can't pay to be a gangsta, them goons in your bushes
All the money in the world, man, I bet you're still a pussy
The whips bilingual, them bitches foreign
Lifeline to the streets, I just keep it going
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
The tats on my face tell my n***as who we be
The tats on my back show my bitches I'm a G
Translation, one plus two equals three
More keys for you and more pounds for me
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Abbreviation, more money for me, more money we see
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Abbreviation, more money for me, more money we see, Gucci!

[Verse 2: Cartel MGM]
1008 grams of coca
Touched the dope first, it came straight from the border
Just 2 weeks to send the money back over
Gotta keep a strap, gotta keep a big pistola
My team full of young bald-headed Mexicans
Move a lot of dope, then we do the shit again
Bricks too hot, so I'm fucking with the meth
Everybody know Cartel about a check
If you ain't talking money, then I don't speak your language
18 wheeler from Arizona full of cabbage
When it touch down, my money gonna double up
Think about plying, you get kidnapped and tied up
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
The tats on my face tell my n***as who we be
The tats on my back show my bitches I'm a G
Translation, one plus two equals three
More keys for you and more pounds for me
Translation, calculation
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Abbreviation, more money for me, more money we see
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Abbreviation, more money for me, more money we see, Gucci!

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
I'm the shit like Mr. Toilet, bitch, I need a Pooper Scooper
I'm jumping out the jag like a fuckin' paratrooper
Quarter pound of kiss-my-ass, half a bag of swag
So take an overdose of me and throw him in the trash
Young Cartel, that's my migo, Yo Gotti, that's my Vato
We pull up in them Lambos, a car show on East Flat Shoals
Birds came in tonight, them dirty birds call me Roddy White
On a burner like Ike Turner
I love that good ol' marijuana
[?] helped me paved the way
And I still got my plug, translate, abbreviate
BS on that bull shit, that Brick Squad Monopoly
All these bitches jocking me, cocaine, that's my prodigy
[Chorus: Gucci mane]
The tats on my face tell my n***as who we be
The tats on my back show my bitches I'm a G
Translation, one plus two equals three
More keys for you and more pounds for me
Translation, calculation
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Abbreviation, more money for me, more money we see
Translation, calculation
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Abbreviation, more money for me, more money we see, Gucci!