Lady Gaga lyrics (English Translation) – Big Baby Tape
🎤 [Intro]
Vou.
💰 [Chorus]
What the fuck are you talking about? I don’t know.
I stood on the block in a t-shirt.
I’m in the kitchen like a grandma—we’re not at a bakery.
Your bitches give top—they’re regulars.
I jumped into a Bentley—yeah, a Bentayga.
Chillin’, la-la-la, Benz’ and Lady Gaga.
Money got long, and you know it—
My money’s talking, I don’t give a fuck what you’re saying.
💵 [Verse]
I don’t give a fuck what you’re saying—I got a lot of paper.
Make a bag, baby, and bring it to papa.
Yeah, I was on the block—yeah, I was on the block.
Pass the pot quicker, ’cause with it, I’m special.
With it, I’m special—don’t touch me with your hands.
Glare in the office—glare even in the bedroom.
Fuck you, pay me—I live crazy.
Put my dick on your baby and ran off—I’m like Tom Brady.
Wait, I’m counting money now—my homies are Benjamin Franklins.
How could you even think we were friendly?
Jumped into the Bentley like a super-villain.
Bentley—jumped into the Bentley.
If you didn’t get it—fuck you, pay me.
Three hopped on a Jet Ski.
When I look in the mirror, I see money.
💰 [Chorus]
What the fuck are you talking about? I don’t know.
I stood on the block in a t-shirt.
I’m in the kitchen like a grandma—we’re not at a bakery.
Your bitches give top—they’re regulars.
I jumped into a Bentley—yeah, a Bentayga.
Chillin’, la-la-la, Benz’ and Lady Gaga.
Money got long, and you know it—
My money’s talking, I don’t give a fuck what you’re saying.
🔥 Lyrics Meaning & Cultural Context
This song is a braggadocious Russian hip-hop track that follows the classic trap formula: wealth, status, dismissal of critics, and the journey from the streets to luxury. Vou uses vivid imagery and slang to assert his dominance and authenticity.
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Core Theme: The Irrelevance of Critics
The title and chorus pose a confrontational question: “What the fuck are you talking about?” The answer, implied throughout, is that whatever critics say is meaningless because the speaker’s money and success speak for themselves. The line “My money’s talking, I don’t give a fuck what you’re saying” is the thesis statement. -
From the Block to the Bentley
Vou anchors his credibility in his past: “I stood on the block in a t-shirt.” This is the classic “I’m from the streets” claim, establishing that his success is earned, not inherited. The progression from the block to the “Bentley Bentayga” (a luxury SUV) is the visual representation of this journey. -
The Grandma in the Kitchen
The image of being “in the kitchen like a grandma” while insisting “we’re not at a bakery” is a clever play. The kitchen could be where drugs are cooked (a common trap reference) or simply where money is made. The grandma comparison adds a layer of gritty authenticity—this is not glamorous work, but it’s effective. -
Regulars and Regularity
The boast about “your bitches” giving top and being “regulars” is the language of sexual conquest and dominance. The word “regulyarny” (regulars) suggests a routine, a steady supply, further emphasizing the speaker’s status. -
Tom Brady and Benjamin Franklins
The reference to “Tom Brady” (the legendary NFL quarterback) is about winning, longevity, and precision. Comparing himself to Brady elevates his hustle to the level of a champion athlete. “Benjamin Franklins” is a standard slang for hundred-dollar bills, but here it’s personalized: his homies are the money, they embody it. -
The Super-Villain Entrance
“Jumped into the Bentley like a super-villain” is a powerful image. Super-villains are confident, dramatic, and often have a flair for the theatrical. The speaker is not just succeeding; he’s making an entrance, claiming his space with style. -
The Mirror’s Reflection
The final line of the verse—“When I look in the mirror, I see money”—is both literal and metaphorical. He sees his wealth reflected back at him, but he also sees himself as synonymous with that wealth. His identity is now inseparable from his success.
In essence, “O chom ty nahuy bazarish?” is a trap anthem of hard-won success and dismissive confidence. Vou traces his journey from the block to the Bentley, from the kitchen to the bedroom, all while telling his critics that their words are meaningless. His money talks, his status is undeniable, and he doesn’t care what anyone has to say about it. The song is a declaration: Fuck you, pay me.
