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Intro)
Ah yeah, let do it
Illionaire baby
Let’s get it man

Hell yeah, I’m fuckin’ ballin’
Feel good, I’m turnt up as fuck, I’m young and wildin’
Hell yeah, I fuckin’ do it
There aren’t many guys like me. Look around you

Verse 1)
Before you push the beat, better shave your head((Pun on ‘milda’ which can mean both ‘push’ and ‘shave’))
Go watch yourself in the mirror
You guys’ tails are too long((Korean metaphor following the idea that the longer an animal’s tail, the easier it can be caught; it implies that someone has too many flaws))
I get better but you get bitter

When you go drinking or something,
I get on a Boeing
When you’re chain smoking,
I go make my fate all the way

I’m outchea
E’yday I’m hustlin’
Yes, you’re an amateur
No matter what you do, you’re poor at it((Wordplay on ‘hustlin’ and ‘husool’ (poor) ))

Critizing those who do well,
always feeling sorry for yourself
Boy, I’m so Illionaire
An influential person doing it big

I always work restlessly, earning time
They say time is money
Abandon all random thoughts
Clocks tickin’, time is runnin’

Turn it up, turn it up
Through the ceiling, higher up
Burn it up, burn it up
You can’t win, not even over the scorching heat

Hook)
Hell yeah, I’m fuckin’ ballin’
Feel good, I’m turnt up as fuck, I’m young and wildin’
Hell yeah, I fuckin’ do it
There aren’t many guys like me. Look around you

Middle finger up, head held up
If you don’t know who I am, go ask
Young King Young Boss, kneel down
My 24-caliber gun rap riddles you

Verse 2)
When you fasten your belt,
my work resolves well
When you count the number of retweets,
I increase my money

I’m not hard up, not suppressed
I live my life to the fullest
I can’t hear your negative outcries
even if you scream

Picture perfect, Instagram
Feel good, Amsterdam
Dream, ambition, and progress
Feel no stress, my master plan

While you masturbatin’, I’m pimpin’
Illionaire, top billin’
Money rush in my bank account
Get a diamond ring and I’m chillin’

Now you dealin’ wit the best((Possible reference to Illionaire’s ‘Rockin’ With The Best’))
When I just say my name, people know me
I keep my attitude, I don’t
do useless stuff on TV

I don’t live like a pussy,
crawling while being scared of someone
I become a bird flying over your heads
Even though I fly and shit on your head,

I keep my position without falling
Deuces for the antis
You lame ass fuckin’ pussies
I ignore all the ignorant bastards

I always draw the lines clearly
Those who know will understand
Mothafucka, I don’t fuck wit no broke rappers
Am I so ruthless?((Reference to this song’s album ‘Ruthless’)) Hell yeah

Hook)