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Genius English Translations - Dok2 Multillionaire English Translation Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Got DJ Mustard on the beat, ho
G-O-N to the Z-O
D-O-K-2, that's me, bro
Illionaire motherfucker, how we go
Question marks in your eyes, an ellipsis in your heads
People who laughed at me have a mental breakdown or become really serious
I'm the future and present of Korean hip-hop
Even if it sets, it will rise again, the sunset
I go to events but it turns into my concert
Scream, so there's no need to liven the mood
Throw up three fingers in the air
No need to be in a bad mood, always feeling good
Spanish bitches call me "Handsome"
Korean bitches call me "Handsome"
Two-door coupe top off
I kill these broke motherfuckers with my cash
Self reflection is my hobby
I'm running toward a bigger dream with no limit
I already have everything, won't live poorly
Because a secret power is pulling me
Shimmy-shimmy ya, see me, ball out 'til I fall out
Like the England exchange rate, I won't drop
I can suffocate you without using my hands
Mahalo to my haters and aloha
[Chorus]
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven
Multillionaire, what do you know? Like
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven
I don't care who you are, you ain't even on my level
My dreams I believe in that shit
Dreams I be livin' that shit
My dreams I believe in that shit
Dreams I be livin' that shit

[Verse 2]
Diamond pave grills and bezel by Ben Baller
Even when I was broke, mind been ballin'
Born as a man, made something of my name
I'll go to the limit, far away
10 summer Seoul city to Los Angeles
Multillionaire bitch, bet you can't handle this
You're too lazy to follow me
I spend money to count new money
I'm busy, concert yesterday
Recording today, filming tomorrow in the morning
Mo' money, mo' problems, it's not easy to play
But tell the reporters that I'm going on a trip (Woo)
Born in Gyeongsang, only graduated from elementary school
Tattoos all over, a short mixed blood
I can't write mainstream, nice lyrics
But you can't straighten your spine when it comes to hip-hop
Korean rappers get mad in front of me
They sigh, drink and smoke
When you try so hard for a couple of hundreds
I take in millions, every day is my birthday
Your 808 bass, you can count, but it's a swarm of bees
My 808 shakes the floor, earthquake
Boom, you'll disappear and only I'll remain
Illy, Q, Zino, close your eyes except for this
[Chorus]
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven
Multillionaire, what do you know? Like
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven
I don't care who you are, you ain't even on my level
My dreams I believe in that shit
Dreams I be livin' that shit
My dreams I believe in that shit
Dreams I be livin' that shit