B. Hopt - 1st Song [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Writin songs, smokin bongs, gotta get my money long
Hittin clubs, drinkin bub, know i can't do nothin wrong
VIP, can't see me, dont even need I.D
Hit the town, roll around, like the f*ckin fire chief
Off the lot, spendin guap, gonna hit the jewelry shop
Gettin a$$, spendin cash, flow so slick it should be mopped
Cookin coke, smokin dope, always got the ganga smoke
Pay me fast, gimme cash, crack ya like an egg yolk

Gettin paid, gettin laid, always got a high top faid
Twenty twos, drinkin brews, makin sure we dont get sprayed
Gotta vest, on the chest, if ya wanna put me to the test
We can go, yeah ya know, f*ckin round wit the best
Bentley coupe, spendin loot, you know that i point to shoot
In ya head, now ya dead, just cause you said somethin cute
Louie bag, killer swag, wanna see ya tail wag
Smokin grams, goin H.A.M, d*ck ain't somethin that I lag

Playin hoes, snortin blow, man thats just the way it goes
Hittin streets, makin beats, up in down like yo-yo's
F*ckin b!tches, give em stitches, take a ton a naked pictures
Drink cristal, panties fall, when we hit the caddi switches
Gotta bone, drink Patron, no way i'm a leave alone
Gettin head, on the bed, call that sh!t the thunderdome
Bezzle chain, gettin brain, bout to make this money rain
Candy paint, lick my taint, poppin hoes like champagne