AWOL$ - Why You Mad [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: AWOL$]
I tell em explain this
How the fuck we rock the same kicks
Gold bezel on the Rolley how we got the same wrist
Explain this, tell me if this shit don't make sense
I'm in 11th grade nigga how my pockets stay thick get paid quick
Lemon lime color gold chain
YSL buckle think I'm in the dope game
Niggas my age think I'm movin cocaine
Telling niggas catch up cuz they in a slow lane
Propane dancing with the devil soul train
Finna sell it all more money more fame
Route of all evil swear to god I won't change
Cuz being dead broke is the route of all pain
I won't change I'm bout tha paper nothing else matters
I'm just shitting on my ex with all this wealth after
Blue magic on the packets hope it sell faster
Making money like lucas we do this don't get yo self splattered

[Hook:]
Look, it's money over bitches
Fuck these niggas feelings
Maserati whipping hit the gas and feel the engine
Why they mad, mad
Prolly cuz I fucked these niggas bitches
I ain't asking for permission getting closer to a million

Look, the money is the mission bury competition
I be flexin on these niggas my whole team be bout the business
Getting cash cash
Ballin on these niggas a tradition
I ain't worried bout these niggas it's my time to go and get it

[Verse 2: AWOL$]
Look I get how I live it want that Phantom Ghost tinted
Ferrari coupes kitted bad bitches getting in it
Everything foreign niggas can't afford it they assuming you rent it
Cancun with cute bitches canned food for you niggas
Who winning?
Tell these fuck niggas get they weight up
With a flow so mean
Tell em join my team we out here gettin paper
I'm 16 but the Rolley on my wrist a neck breaker
Just don't ask me how I got it lil nigga fix ya face up
I wake up get dressed every single day I bench press
I flex on niggas got no stress
What I'm sayin what I mean it ain't bo flex
We get mo money mo problems get these hoes wet with no problem
White people racial profiling tell em suck a dick & I'm out grindin

[Hook:]
Look, it's money over bitches
Fuck these niggas feelings
Maserati whipping hit the gas and feel the engine
Why they mad, mad
Prolly cuz I fucked these niggas bitches
I ain't asking for permission getting closer to a million

Look, the money is the mission bury competition
I be flexin on these niggas my whole team be bout the business
Getting cash cash
Ballin on these niggas a tradition
I ain't worried bout these niggas it's my time to go and get it

[Outro: AWOL$]
Yea, Look Why You Mad? Little Nigga Why You Mad? Huh?