ATM lyrics Don Toliver

ATM lyrics Don Toliver

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English
[Refrain]
Last week, we went back to the crib, did round two
I don't even know how the hell I even found you
I got the keys to her car and her house too
House too, house too, house too

[Chorus]
Let's go, big rock, iced out G-Shock
Make her rip sheet rock, bitch, I'm stayin' under
Let's go, he hot, get him out the teapot
Shawty want the drip-drop, bitch, I come with thunder (Phew, phew, phew)
Off the cranium
Got the ATM, finna rock the stadium
Bitch, it's 8 a.m., the strip club Canadian
You can pay me then, she Albanian
Range Rover bus (Huh)
She want it in the truck (Huh)
Okay, I'm finna fuck (Huh)
Okay, she had enough (Okay), huh (Yeah)
Okay, she had enough (Hey)
She doin' angel dust
She wide open, huh (Wide open, she wide open)
She puttin' it on her tongue
She says she's on the run (Ooh)
Okay, I'm on the hunt, hmm (Hmm)
Okay, I'm on the hunt, lil' shawty

[Verse 1]
I'm in H-Town, this a hell of a vibe
I was way too geeked, I can't come outside (Come outside)
I got two tens and she sit on my ride
It's the weekend, yeah, she do it this time

[Refrain]
Last week, we went back to the crib, did round two
I don't even know how the hell I even found you
I got the keys to her car and her house too
House too, house too, house too

[Verse 2]
I was too geeked, I couldn't see
I made you mad, but you really want me
Top of the hill, shawty out of sync
I got idea, let's go 'head, put it in
Let's rock the boat, I gotta rock some more
I gotta swim the sea, I gotta catch the beach
I got a chain, the Ritz-Carlton, Philippe
Shawty locked like it's ALYX

[Chorus]
Let's go, big rock, iced out G-Shock
Make her rip sheet rock, bitch, I'm stayin' under
Let's go, he hot, get him out the teapot
Shawty want the drip-drop, bitch, I come with thunder (Phew, phew, phew)
Off the cranium
Got the ATM, finna rock the stadium
Bitch, it's 8 a.m., the strip club Canadian
You can pay me then, she Albanian
Range Rover bus (Huh)
She want it in the truck (Huh)
Okay, I'm finna fuck (Huh)
Okay, she had enough (Okay), huh (Yeah)
Okay, she had enough (Hey)
She doin' angel dust
She wide open, huh (Wide open, she wide open)
She puttin' it on her tongue
She says she's on the run (Ooh)
Okay, I'm on the hunt, hmm (Hmm)
Okay, I'm on the hunt, lil' shawty

[Outro]
Last week, we went back to the crib, did round two
I don't even know how the hell I even found you
I got the keys to her car and her house too
Had one, baby, now we finna do a round two
Oh, I hate that sucker shit (Sucker shit)
Oh, I hate that sucker shit, tell-tell 'em get from 'round you
Yeah, I bought your chains, bought your stones and your gowns too
Worry about them stories that the—

Translation

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[Estribillo]
La semana pasada, volvimos a la casa, segunda ronda
Ni siquiera sé cómo diablos te encontré
Tengo las llaves de su auto y de su casa también
Casa también, casa también, casa también

[Coro]
Vamos, roca grande, G-Shock lleno de hielo
Haz que rompa el sheet rock, perra, me quedo abajo
Vamos, él está caliente, sácalo de la tetera
La nena quiere el drip-drop, perra, vengo con trueno (Phew, phew, phew)
Fuera del cráneo
Tengo el ATM, a punto de rockear el estadio
Perra, son las 8 a.m., el club canadiense
Me puedes pagar luego, ella es albanesa
Range Rover bus (Huh)
Ella lo quiere en la camioneta (Huh)
Bien, voy a coger (Huh)
Bien, ya tuvo suficiente (Bien), huh (Sí)
Bien, ya tuvo suficiente (Hey)
Ella usa angel dust
Está bien abierta, huh (Bien abierta, está bien abierta)
Lo pone en su lengua
Dice que está en la fuga (Ooh)
Bien, estoy en la caza, hmm (Hmm)
Bien, estoy en la caza, pequeña nena

[Verso 1]
Estoy en H-Town, este es un ambiente increíble
Estaba demasiado loco, no puedo salir (Salir)
Tengo dos dieces y ella se sienta en mi ride
Es fin de semana, sí, ella lo hace esta vez

[Estribillo]
La semana pasada, volvimos a la casa, segunda ronda
Ni siquiera sé cómo diablos te encontré
Tengo las llaves de su auto y de su casa también
Casa también, casa también, casa también

[Verso 2]
Estaba demasiado loco, no podía ver
Te hice enojar, pero en realidad me quieres
En la cima de la colina, la nena fuera de sincronía
Tengo una idea, vamos, mételo
Vamos a mover el barco, tengo que rockear más
Tengo que nadar el mar, tengo que alcanzar la playa
Tengo una cadena, el Ritz-Carlton, Philippe
La nena encerrada como si fuera ALYX

[Coro]
Vamos, roca grande, G-Shock lleno de hielo
Haz que rompa el sheet rock, perra, me quedo abajo
Vamos, él está caliente, sácalo de la tetera
La nena quiere el drip-drop, perra, vengo con trueno (Phew, phew, phew)
Fuera del cráneo
Tengo el ATM, a punto de rockear el estadio
Perra, son las 8 a.m., el club canadiense
Me puedes pagar luego, ella es albanesa
Range Rover bus (Huh)
Ella lo quiere en la camioneta (Huh)
Bien, voy a coger (Huh)
Bien, ya tuvo suficiente (Bien), huh (Sí)
Bien, ya tuvo suficiente (Hey)
Ella usa angel dust
Está bien abierta, huh (Bien abierta, está bien abierta)
Lo pone en su lengua
Dice que está en la fuga (Ooh)
Bien, estoy en la caza, hmm (Hmm)
Bien, estoy en la caza, pequeña nena

[Outro]
La semana pasada, volvimos a la casa, segunda ronda
Ni siquiera sé cómo diablos te encontré
Tengo las llaves de su auto y de su casa también
Tenía una, nena, ahora vamos por la segunda ronda
Oh, odio esa mierda de perdedor (Mierda de perdedor)
Oh, odio esa mierda de perdedor, dile-dile que se aleje de ti
Sí, compré tus cadenas, tus piedras y tus vestidos también
Preocúpate por esas historias que el—

Meaning & Explanation

Don Toliver's 'ATM' is a vivid portrayal of hedonistic excess and complicated relationships in the world of fame and wealth. The song operates on multiple levels - surface-level boasts about luxury (iced-out watches, Range Rovers) mask deeper themes of emotional detachment and substance-fueled escapism. The recurring ATM metaphor represents both financial abundance and transactional relationships, where intimacy becomes another commodity. Toliver's lyrics paint a picture of late-night escapades where geographic references (H-Town, Canadian strip clubs) create a jet-setting atmosphere while revealing rootlessness. The 'angel dust' and drug references suggest self-medication amidst success, while sexual conquests appear more like power plays than genuine connections. What makes the song compelling is its psychological duality - the bravado of 'rocking the stadium' contrasts with vulnerable admissions like 'I don't even know how the hell I found you,' hinting at the emptiness beneath the glamour. The musical production enhances this tension, with trap beats creating urgency while melodic flows add emotional texture. Culturally, 'ATM' captures post-pandemic club culture where excess became a form of rebellion, resonating particularly with Gen Z listeners who relate to its themes of emotional ambiguity amidst material success. The song's lasting appeal lies in its honesty about the paradoxes of modern fame - having 'keys to her house' but no real home, being desired yet perpetually 'on the hunt.'

[Note: This explanation provides key insights into the song's themes and emotions.]