Ea$y Money - Brinks Truck Boy [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Chorus]
I'm the Brinks Truck Boy, see the truck riding past
Got a strap on me and a whole lotta cash
I know you haters would like this gwap
But don't get too close because you might get shot

[Verse 1]
Son, I'm the Brinks Truck Boy, homie I got bags of this money
What you think I keep the thing tucked for?
Broke haters can't stand me, prolly cause my chips stack
Caked up, but I'll get you bodied for a 6 pack
Everywhere you never at, Ea$y there
Y'all real gangsta in the booth, on the streets be scared
You's a Facebook, fake crook, symbolize a fable
Lil' Twitter critter, was assembled by ya lable
How I get it amaze you. So you wanna know how
I can turn a dro or snow pile to a dough pile
Dressed for revolution, I ain't wearing no smiles
Just a chrome cal' for them coppers tryna profile
So y'all better give a dudes some space
Remove the plates in case boys in blue give chase
I lose the jake, the car I maneuver great
So in my whip I lean like I'm losing weight

[Chorus]
I'm the Brinks Truck Boy, see the truck riding past
Got a strap on me and a whole lotta cash
I know you haters would like this gwap
But don't get too close because you might get shot

[Verse 2]
A-yo these rappers ain't my caliber, they the type to gossip
Assassinate your character, on they records pop shit
Catch 'em and they smile at ya, that shit ain't my style so I'ma
Shut they big mouth when I activate the silencer
We ain't even 'bout that, we for getting dough
When I spit, stand back it's like ether it'll blow
All my people need cars, jewels and reefer they can blow
When they say 'less is more' they ain't referring to dough
I need to bag it, band it, stash it, spend it
And ball outta control where cats can't stand it
Invested money so my cash expanded
Before I was rapping I had mad chicks frantic
Been getting them hotties, since way back
When you would piss in your potty, the click is beside me
Try to flip get the shotty. My lawyer is the shit, I can prolly
Get a slap on the wrist for a body

[Chorus]
I'm the Brinks Truck Boy, see the truck riding past
Got a strap on me and a whole lotta cash
I know you haters would like this gwap
But don't get too close because you might get shot