Big Baby Gandhi - Get $$$ [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Big Baby Gandhi]

My name is Nafis and I'm here to say
I'm #1 MC in the game today
I'm feeling okay, woke up sipping OJ
Fur coat, yeah I'm tripping everyday
Icee with the lemonaaade
Come and hate, yeah run up to the plate
I'm very proud as to what I've done as of late
Full slate, finish food on my plate
Yeah man, you really gotta represent
I'mma set the precedent, I'm the President
My office is oval, my gossip is local
My words(?) stay chilling and my ostrich got no bill (?)
No skill rappers should go chill
Spit it how I want, that's a real dope feel
If I sign deal, that's a real dope deal
Change my scope to kill...Rap about being broke like it's ill
Shame on him
Game so lame, the blame on him
Goddamn gold (?) champ with the ring
Yeah, I do my thing...BLING BLING!

[Hook: Big Baby Gandhi]

Get money

[Verse 2: Big Baby Gandhi]

1 for the flow, 2 for the cash
3 for the hoes with a whole lotta ass
4 for the O's of the hash, at last
I got a good feeling and I hope in never pass
Listen to some jazz, kick it wit my dad
Now we got things we never had: SWAG
Riches, a pad, bitches that gag
Flip script quick, six six inches ain't bad
Dag, baby got the game in a bag
Chickens think I'm rad cuz I dress like a fag
Yes I'm the best in the lab, fresh out the cab
Next step, jet set to the Jag
Now I don't like to boast, but I really like to brag
Used to feel sad cuz I had to wear rag
In trends I would lag, my friends they would laugh
Everybody cop prints, all I had was a plaid
My whole (?) thing changed, could very well be the tag
Used to live on Cherry ave
Now I'm gonna to be a college grad
Never looking back, and I'm glad

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Big Baby Gandhi]

Hop out the store, walk to the four-door
All you heard was baby why ain't you call me anymore
She let me hit it raw, told me that she loved me
Said I was so cute, told her friends that I'm ugly
Didn't bug me, I'm a thug, B
Went into my mind as just chit-chatter
Pockets get fatter and fatter and fatter
What was I supposed to do? I mean, I already had her!
Think she want to rock cuz my pencil get paper
Rhymes by the acre every time I wake up
See me on the block with my sands is (?) Jamaica
Aw wait, naw, I just want to cake up
Birds in my ear and the clucks (Klux) like the clan
'Cuz I made a couple bucks, aw shucks I'm the man
Brand new tux from Japan, chucks from Iran
And another thing from another land
Only feel at home when I cop a couple grams...
Tattoo on tatas, say I'm a murder
New baby father, baby Gaga
Yeah...

[Hook]