FORCH FABALON - WHAT U DOING [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(INTRO LEAD IN)

We go harder than you use to doing all the thangs we choose to
Man I’m all about my pesos so the money move when I say so
And you probably use to haters
But around me they gets no love
This Htown that’s Inglewood and its brought to you by Fabalon

(CHORUS)

If you ain't bout this paper what you doing
(what you doing huh?)
Cause I be getting money all the time
(I be getting money)
Yeah I be getting money all the time
(I be getting money)
Yeah I be getting money all the time
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(VERSE ONE)

First things first ni**a
Faba-lon for ever
Two
I will never ever be no lame a** ni**a
Three
Maybe if you was smarter you would get on my level
My get get bread agenda is certified, we winners
Sideline ni**a ain't in it
Intended for the real ni**as out her pushing the frontline
Its rack time
So I get back to the money
Homegirl Chell told me focus
Think them ni**as round you phony
So I’m, up all night till the morning
Treating my bread like my tenderoni
Two steps ahead of ni**as really on it
So in the morning, that’s four step ahead of these fake ni**as
Getting no younger ain't no time to be waiting ni**a
Don’t lie to me ni**a if you ain't down
You ain't down
I get it, I respect dat sh*t, but don’t sweat that sh*t
See you at the top of the mountain
When you get there
I’ll be with a bad chick
Feeling on my dick hairs
Pissed about the stones I lost
Out my writs wear, who going tell me something
Cause I feel like I done done it for the whole
Damn city and I’m ready
Racks on, racks on heavy
Fabalon yeah we on baby
(and I know them boys sick)
Once the album drop, single pop then oh sh*t!
Show you how to do it
Show you I’m the man or the closest thing to it
Fu*k boy, kill yaself
(What you waiting on!!)

(CHORUS)

If you ain't bout this paper what you doing
(what you doing huh?)
Cause I be getting money all the time
(I be getting money)
Yeah I be getting money all the time
(I be getting money)
Yeah I be getting money all the time
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(VERSE TWO)
Nah
I can explain it to you play boy
I just know what I know what I know
Get that urge to get paper and I go
All my get bread ni**as they know
Its dat feeling its da glow
Its dat fu*k out of here ni**a we ain't got time to be talking about broke
We ain't got time to be talking about slow
We ain't got time to be talking about no
Its F-A-B-A-L-O-N Life
And it you ain't down kill yoself twice
And I meant that disrespect (NICE!)
We gone keep on doing that same sh*t
That got us popping in the first place
Now we hotter than a flame pit
H-Town all day bitch
(And you know it)
Still pop surround, still holding
Still double up pouring purp
Still in the mix hit licks get Yurp!
All of my gangsta
All of my playas
Still getting money, ducking the haters
Sucka for lovers nucka can't fade us
Still here, still till, still getting paper
So um, watch me, while I work
Fabaloning doing my dirt
Man I know you see me shinning and it hurt
Boys talk down, but I kept tight work
Where I’m from tuff tongue get boys put to sleep but
E-Thugs talk tuff when they out of reach
But you gets fu*ks up running into me
(CAUSE ITS FABALON BABY YEAH!)

(CHORUS)
If you ain't bout this paper what you doing
(what you doing huh?)
Cause I be getting money all the time
(I be getting money)
Yeah I be getting money all the time
(I be getting money)
Yeah I be getting money all the time
X2