Emɐnuǝl X - Money Towers [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Job interview tomorrow
And I hope it goes well/




Cus if not my financial

Situation put me in hell/




Ain't nothing wrong with tryna

Get ya pockets thicka nigga/




But I'm on a mission to get

My pockets as thicas Jiggas/




A double of Beyonce'

Playing fiance'/




Caviar Appatizer

Tiger Fish entree'/




3 stacks in a rubber

Band callem Andre's/




And When my song plays

Send a check to mi padre's/




Thas why

I hate money/




Cus every vision I have

The bank take from me/




To raise kids it don't

Take love it take money/




Thas why it cost money

To get a tape from me/




But my chick say hit that free

Download to quench ya thirst/




Just know I refuse to fund my

Goals thru funds out of her purse/




So I sat and meditated till

I found a path that works/




The Universe told me the key

Is to fit U in A Verse/









Verse 2:

You get one life and

It's dictated by a dollar/




So they say child support's

Supposed to make up for no father/




The sons of those men then

Look up to pimps and robbers/




But the cycle never ends cuz

Those kids end up having daughters/




He's absent in her life and

She never learns love/




And since money is her motive

She works in a strip club/




We wanna change the world

But they'll never really let us/




So we either rap or ball cuz

If not then they'll forget us/




It's all about the lettuce

Money builds reputation/




But lack of money's all

A nigga seen set limitation/




So Niggas seek the piece

Without wanting to meditate/




Cuz legislates won't segregate

Profit inside the senate's safe/




Mothafuckas witt money

Only wanna keep you down/




But nothing lasts forever

What goes around comes around/




And they wonder why narcotics

On the streets sell well/




But can't even get rid of the

Crack on our liberty bell/










Verse 3:




Nigga quit dreamin thinkin

You boutta strike a mill/




I don't rap and we signed the

Same amount of record deals/




I tellem haters dont judge

It by how it look/




Cuz statistics show The Bible

Is histories most stolen book/




Through ya eyes call a woman

Who committed this a crook/




But she had to feed her kids

She Pray to GOD she off the hook/




Through the eyes of the privileged

It's easy to label thiefs/





But Fuck the world we live in when you

Gotta steal for your beliefs/




When I was seventeen I used

To rock a JESUS piece/




But now I see that currency

Could never buy me JESUS peace/




Money can buy me pussy though

I never stooped that low/




And since niggas is pressed for

Time, they purchase a Hublow/




Money can buy hoes, ya flows

And a few clothes/




But money can't buy you

Vision for you to pursue goals/




Money can boost ya sales

And buy you platinum and gold/




But money stops at the grave and

Can't buy you a new soul/