DJ Clue - Rich Friday [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Future]
Walking downtown with a fat booty freak
You get a ring, so they don't visit your door
20 G's on me
Designer from my head to the floor
These niggas ain't seeing me
These niggas think they wanna be me, but they know that they can't
I got worldwide streets status
Affiliated with the gangstas and killers
Yeah, now my niggas, I ride for my niggas
And I'm down for my niggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rich friday

[Verse 1: Future]
What what, shout out to all my niggas killin it
Yeah, yeah, shout out to these bitches feelin it
Flyest nigga on the earth I live in the shook
Type of nigga often go get you some giuseppe
These young niggas that ride with me they scream murder
The feds stash that nigga up and he out, dog, he working
That yola all in my bloodline, still give me that money
They come through and bang, bang on you like the screen 300
Codeine all in my stomach, big face, that Rolie
Eating on that good jamaican with a nigga twistin that Dodie
Sa pa my zoes, riding around with them Yoppas
Niggaa claiming they got shooters but they shooters ain’t got bodies


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[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, shout out to dem bitches, trying to be me
Yea yea yea, bitch I'm poppin' bottles, Dream of Genie
Flyest bitch on the planet, live in a castle
Niggas love me, my little waist, my ass colossal
These old bitches, I fuck with get money
Dat Atlanta, dat Texas, dat Alabama - Montgomery
He ain't fuckin' no dummy,bitches be fuckin' to get dat money
They pack, packin' dat gunny,nigga you talk shit and get done-y
I tiger dial that rollie,got that Angelina, that Jolie
I'm plain jane'n, no ice in it, so ain't no need, for dat goalie
My jet prolly say Boeing,bitches be broke claimin', they ho'n
This jacket here cost ten thousand, that tag on it say Balmain


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[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]
40 grand for the sky dweller
4 grand on the Margiela's
44, I'm a pawn fella
Bad bitch 40 times
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth, smoke
My baby kissed my baby's daddy, gotta go
Semi-automatic, ready for the show
Clique full of killers, that's my band, we all rock and roll
Drum roll for these niggas please
We shopping for bodies, killing sprees
We be in the club spending rent
We be buying cars that these niggas rent
Couldn't see me if I had no tint
Superman that ho Clark Kent
You choke, don't do [?], I'm always on some new shit
[?] tracking my movi


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[Verse 4: French Montana]
It's friday, it's friday
2 million dollars in the driveway
I need more money ASAP Rocky
Streetsweeper, get the floor moppin'
I done started with a bank roll
Whipping salt harder than tank door
Smoking killer, I am with a killer
Pull up to the dealer looking like a dealer
In the droptop strapped, worth [?]
Now he off the wall, million coffee pack
I've seen dreams turned to 25 to life
Mike had 25 a night
And them shoes Alejandro
Shawtie bust it open for a hundo


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