Dakota Jack - More To Make [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
I thought I told y'all
Don't count my motherfucking money
Keep your hands in your pockets
Look...

[Chorus]
Homie I'm all about it
You rap about it but you ain't
And yeah I dream about being famous, but I wake up to get my cake
That's real
And fuck boy you fake
Counting bills
But I got a lot more to make
Yeah, I got a lot more to make
Yeah, I got a lot more to make
Use to dream about this cake
Now it's right here on my plate
But I got a lot more to make
Yeah, I got a lot more to make
Yeah, I got a lot more to make
Yeah, I got a lot more to make bitch

[Verse 1]
I'm well off
My wrist got a gold finish
I fell off?
No fuck boy, I been busy
Getting cake and watching it double
Them little goons get in trouble
I'm watching out for them fed boys
Can't see me cause I duck them
It's hot as hell in this bitch
I been playing games like Atari
Please stop rapping like you bout it
Heard you spit about a Ferrari
When the last time that I checked
You ain't even have no car, G
I think I wrote my first check
Since before I road my first car seat
And them lames talking that shit
Pretty soon they gon say sorry
If them people listening
Tell them I ain't got none on me
You're watching the big boy ball
It's only matter of time before the big boy, blow
It's impossible for me to fall
Cause even if I do, I'ma still get dough

[Chorus]
Homie I'm all about it
You rap about it but you ain't
And yeah I dream about being famous, but I wake up to get my cake
That's real
And fuck boy you fake
Counting bills
But I got a lot more to make
Yeah, I got a lot more to make
Yeah, I got a lot more to make
Use to dream about this cake
Now it's right here on my plate
But I got a lot more to make
Yeah, I got a lot more to make
Yeah, I got a lot more to make
Yeah, I got a lot more to make bitch


[Verse 2]
Real shit
Don't say you real kid
You ain't about it
You don't even know what real is
I don't stand back
I'm honest
She hand it back
She coughing
I told her that's that chronic
I know you know I got it
Just stop it..
I'm a dog without the leash
Grey Goose by the box
So I say we popping geese
You a stunt, you a stunt
That ain't your whip if its on lease
I don't front, I don't front
Bought one with cash when I was 16
If you looking for the war
Then you fucking with faith
Got my homies cooking more
And I ain't done with my plate
3.5 in the raw
Take it straight to my face
But I ain't tryna talk numbers
I got way more to make

[Chorus]
Homie I'm all about it
You rap about it but you ain't
And yeah I dream about being famous, but I wake up to get my cake
That's real
And fuck boy you fake
Counting bills
But I got a lot more to make
Yeah, I got a lot more to make
Yeah, I got a lot more to make
Use to dream about this cake
Now it's right here on my plate
But I got a lot more to make
Yeah, I got a lot more to make
Yeah, I got a lot more to make
Yeah, I got a lot more to make bitch

[Bridge]
Uh, these rappers clowning
Talking bout, whips and chains
You ain't got a dollar to your fucking name, G

[Chorus]
Homie I'm all about it
You rap about it but you ain't
And yeah I dream about being famous, but I wake up to get my cake
That's real
And fuck boy you fake
Counting bills
But I got a lot more to make
Yeah, I got a lot more to make
Yeah, I got a lot more to make
Use to dream about this cake
Now it's right here on my plate
But I got a lot more to make
Yeah, I got a lot more to make
Yeah, I got a lot more to make
Yeah, I got a lot more to make bitch