"Then that money starts to bustin' like a flower."
"Then that money starts to bust like a flower"
"She a million dollar type of bitch"
🌸 Miko Melts's journal
Listening to this track transports me to a world of excess and luxury. The money mentioned in the lyrics feels almost tangible. I can almost hear the clinking of champagne glasses and the rustling of high-end designer bags.
The aesthetic that comes to mind when listening to this song is opulence, with its gold chains and expensive cars. It's a world where every moment is lived to the fullest, where every night is a party and every day is a hustle.
In terms of outfits and settings, I envision myself in a luxurious hotel suite or at an exclusive club. The clothes would be designer, with bold colors and statement pieces, and the setting would be lavish and extravagant, filled with glamour and glitz.
🎛️ Solana Conejo's engineer notes
As an engineer, I can appreciate the raw energy and passion that DJAY brings to his tracks. The delivery and flow of this particular song are on point; it's clear that he has a strong connection with the material. His cadence is spot-on, and his voice sits perfectly in the mix.
From a technical standpoint, I can hear that DJAY's approach works because he has a great sense of timing and pacing. He knows when to double up on certain lines and ad-lib where necessary. The stacked vocal layers are executed with precision, creating a dynamic and engaging listening experience.
As for the gear used in the production, I can confidently say that it was well chosen. DJAY's use of the ROLIES synthesizer adds an interesting texture to the mix, while the 808 kick drum provides a solid foundation. The use of distortion on certain elements of the track adds depth and dimension, making the overall sound bigger and more powerful.
Overall, I am impressed with DJAY's track "Call For Lester." His attention to detail and understanding of the technical aspects of production make for a truly compelling listen.
🎥 Mykina's BTS journal
As I sit in the corner of the room, observing the shoot for the "Call For Lester" track, I can't help but feel a sense of energy and intensity that permeates the space. The HBU cast is scattered throughout the room, each member fully immersed in their performance.
One specific moment that caught my attention was when the lead singer, gripping the microphone tightly in his hands, belted out the lyrics with such passion and conviction that it almost felt like the room was shaking. I could see the sweat dripping from his brow as he poured his heart and soul into every word.
In between takes, the cast members would huddle together, discussing and strategizing about their performance. The mood in the room was one of camaraderie and shared purpose, with everyone working together to create something truly special.
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You can't relate, she makes $10,000 on that date
But she got moving to her name
What she wanted to do is take a game
Work the scene moving different ways
I'm excited, nigga, that's lame
I'm excited, nigga, break the chain
Man, that's why I beat for the African's looking at me
I don't think that you better think
Play the white man game, you ain't never win
I want to trap all sides with the Mexican
I do what Louis Vuitton
I do what part of the yada
Two Rolies on fucker scumball
This black ball mixture, you see me in the yada
Crap, mom found the crackwap
This is nothing, I'm a hundred out of the hour
Ain't really no one know what's on
Then that money starts to bust like a flower
Too much money for you to tell me
And what to do my other two hours
I'm good at all, I'm on the line
And go and get the VN dollars on my couch
Oh, still remember my first try
Still remember my first try
Still remember my first try
Still remember my first game
Still remember my first game
All I need is a chain
And I'm ain't strong in you
Ain't, I'm not on my chin
She's on my dick playing teams
Dropping the ropes and shrunk
Might run like sushi at this shit
You gotta pop it, I'm feeling with her
Bad bitch, gon' groom me, she says
I scouted by a beast from a crib
She saw fire on my double back shit
Double back, double back with the shit
Six hundred escalade cat-a-lack shit
I'm less bothered by the machine, I'm underactive
She gon' make me double back with the shit
Double back, double back with the shit
She a million dollar foot up in
She a million dollar type of bitch
All I need is a chain, and I'm ain't strong in you
Ain't, I'm not on my chin
And I'm ain't strong in you
Ain't, I'm not on my chin
She a million dollar type of bitch
All I need is a chain, and I'm ain't strong in you
Oh, still remember my first try
Still remember my first try
Still remember my first try
Are you out of your mind?
Shit, I ain't the best dog
Yeah, I'm underpinning with two overtime
In the tree that don't me, I'm the best dog
Where you at?
Shit.
I had the blast off.
Yeah.
I had about the baby with twirling on.
Ninja tripped out on me on the blast off.
Then I had about the baby with Spellie on.
You ain't know about me and her history.
I'm a pain on the bitch that's a player at all.
I'm gonna answer a question.
She name it all.
When it got kids, the parties, I need it all.
We're just safe.
I ain't going for the Xbox.
We need no finger, per baby.
What the fuck?
Really?
I was chilling.
I could put in.
And I got a good call from Lester.
We handled our minutes.
This one, we got to do better.
Some chat, like a video necessary.
I'm gonna have a set of moves in the Tesla.
You might have to be cool with the predators.
I'm a meeky thing.
I don't mind.
I'm thin and bitchy.
Go communicate.
Talk about it.
None can kick me in, babe.
You ain't hit me.
You're disgrace.
I was my first shoot out by you.
I'm a white bitch.
It is even crazier.
I ain't talking to you.
You can't relate.
She makes 10,000 on a date.
But she got me into her name.
Or she want to do it.
Take game.
Work it.
She ain't moving.
Different way.
It is fake.
They suck.
They get to break the chain.
Man.
That's why I beat for the African.
It's looking at me.
I don't think that you better think.
Play the white man game.
You are never win.
I want to trap all sides with the Mexican.
I do what Louis Vuitton.
I do what part of the yada.
Two rollies on a fucker scoreboard.
It's got your mixture.
You see me in the yada.
Grab my own frown.
The crackwrap.
But you know that I may hunt it out for hours.
Ain't really know when I know it's on.
Then that money starts to bustin' like a flower.
Too much money for you to tell me.
And what to do.
I'm good at all.
I'm on the line.
I'm going to get the $1 on my cow.
Still remember my first try.
Still remember my first try.
Still remember my first try.
Still remember my first game.
Still remember my first game.
All I need is a chain.
That's what makes Trump in.
Ain't good enough on my chin.
Just on my dick playing teams.
Droppin' the mouse and shrunk.
Might run like shit at this.
Got to pop it.
I'm feeling with him.
That bitch gon' groom me shit.
I just got five beats from a crib.
So I'll find my double back shit.
Double back.
Double back with the shit.
Six hundred escalators.
Can I like shit?
Unless I'm about to mention I'm interactive.
She gon' make me double back with the shit.
Double back.
Double back with the shit.
She a million dollar for that bitch.
She a million dollar.
Talk about bitch.
All I need is a chain.
That's my name.
Ain't really know what's trying to get it.
Bitch.
Ain't really know what's trying to get it.
Bitch.
I ain't the best dog.
Yeah.
Time for the bimbo to run out.
This is tripped on me on the best dog.
That I happen to be more scallyo.
You ain't know about me on her history.
I'm a pain on the bitches to play it off.
When that answer is of course she's name it off!
What a grudges the parties I need it off.
Where does safe hang gone for the Xbox?
We need-
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