Video Max Payne de Akachi 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Akachi - Max Payne Lyrics

[Intro]
The MPC Cartel
A-A-A-Akachi Beats
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Kylen on the beat
Rich Gang, Stunna, Soulja
Ayy

[Chorus]
Fifty thousand AP, it's gon' make you blind (Yeah)
Young rich nigga fell in love wit' the dollar sign
Hit the PJ wit' the bricks just like all the time (Ayy)
Grab the Draco, shoot it up like the Columbine (Yeah)
Call up my jeweler, he pull up wit' ice chains (Yeah)
Two pistols on my hip like Max Payne
Post in the hood, hunnid K on a dice game (Yeah)
Look at my wrist, my Rollie did the hurricane (Ayy)
Fifty thousand AP, it's gon' make you blind (Yeah, yeah)
Young rich nigga fell in love wit' the dollar sign
Hit the PJ wit' the bricks just like all the time
Grab the Draco, shoot it up like the Columbine
Call up my jeweler, he pull up wit' ice chains (Boom)
Two pistols on my hip like Max Payne (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Post in the hood, hunnid K on a dice game (Yeah, yeah)
Look at my wrist, my Rollie did the hurricane
[Verse]
Look at my AP, I'm in the AP gang
My trap be boomin', nigga, I'm doin' my damn thing
Junkies hit the door, they knock at my door, they leave
And they comin' right back like a boomerang
Half a chicken, spent it on my pinky rang
Me and Birdman ridin' a fire flame
Rich Gang, lil' nigga, we savages
Zone 1, I was servin' that cocaine
Came in the trap, I was servin' that Mary Jane
Sixteen, hit the pot wit' the hurricane
Buscemi feet when I stand in the trap
And I'm whippin' that dope, and niggas sellin' e'rythang
Sippin' CÎROC, but no, I'm not Diddy
Look at the Apple watch, it cost me a fifty
Grab the Maserati and slide through the city
Hop out the whip, I'm whippin' that Whitney (Uh)

[Chorus]
Fifty thousand AP, it's gon' make you blind (Yeah)
Young rich nigga fell in love wit' the dollar sign (Yeah, yeah)
Hit the PJ wit' the bricks just like all the time (Ayy, ayy)
Grab the Draco, shoot it up like the Columbine (Yeah, yeah)
Call up my jeweler, he pull up wit' ice chains (Yeah)
Two pistols on my hip like Max Payne (Rrr, uh)
Post in the hood, hunnid K on a dice game (Yeah, yeah)
Look at my wrist, my Rollie did the hurricane (Ayy)
Fifty thousand AP, it's gon' make you blind (Yeah, yeah)
Young rich nigga fell in love wit' the dollar sign
Hit the PJ wit' the bricks just like all the time (Yeah, yeah)
Grab the Draco, shoot it up like the Columbine (Yeah, rrr)
Call up my jeweler, he pull up wit' ice chains (Boom, yeah, yeah)
Two pistols on my hip like Max Payne (Yeah, ayy, yeah)
Post in the hood, hunnid K on a dice game (Uh)
Look at my wrist, my Rollie did the hurricane (Soulja)