Fly Rebel Society - Gold Rollie [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: TeeJay
Gotta make every minute feel important
If I wanna chill with women that look like they been imported
From a location where water surround borders
Nd if she get caught up, customs gotta deport her
Dope in every sense of the word
Step up on the beat ad its destined to get served
Cold, dont expect me to choke
Its 8 miles from a free world and riding on spokes
Push it to the limit, kick it in third gear
Destination in my sights, naysayers in the rear
They molly popping laxatives saying you won't amount
I bet they regret having manure of the mouth
For certain i am working. For you its depends
You better change up or shawty curves in my lens
Tight about dollar, counting my loose ends
Spend it all, get it back and do it all again


[Hook: TeeJay]
Watch how the watch make her flock
Gold Rollie, all these hoes gon' know me
(x4)

[Verse 2: godly mC]
Check the hands on the face
I got my hands on her waist
As far as rap lyrics, I can change ya stance
What ya say?
As far as rap niggas, I can make you dance
You can stay
Or play a couple lanes closer
No tick
Make it feel like the time moves slower
But its probably what i rolled up
Pull up in a bucket and jumped out like "hoe what!?"
I kick a flow what you wanna hear?
Ride with it, me and you and Teejay got 2 in the rear
Straight chimney, gold and she dig me
But this timepiece
Just to keep it 250
Got it from my twin he said just keep it spiffy
But with my game
Either way they coming with me
Peep my slang
Say bands'll make her dance?
She like a digital clock, on time with the no hands
This that, i ain't got time for romance
I'm on my grown mans, can't you see I got plans
She planning to get a minute
I'm planning to see it fly
Cause regardless of the plan, I plan to have a good time
So show me a good vibe
Eye me, show me a thight
From the wrist game
She know i know a good time
I don't even do much flossin'
But still let the boss in
Feeling managerial
Heavy gold material
All upon the face
My hands all up on her waist
They sweet for a shot, like an Arnold Palmer chase
For ya face
So they

[Hook]