Frazic - Money Slap [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

MONEY SLAP

Money in the air, yea, burn it with the air

HOOK
Money, money, money in the air
Money, money, money on the floor
Money, money, money every where
Money in the air, yea, burn it with the air

VERSE I
Uhh.. Gangster love is when I just refreshed my bank dig-digits
Hooking uptta club
With pocket fully starch to stalk tonight I ball for money
I need a Bugartti or the fucking Lambourgini
I got the money the more I ball for it
Just to throw the money slap, I do anything for money
So I, does nothing but to spend it
I like to introduce you to money rules nr. 1
Don’t make money, if you can’t spend it
I even slap money sometime like biatch
Cuz money used to be harder for me to get
Than a mothafuckin chick

CHORUS 2X
Throw the money in the air, burn it with the air
Throw the money in the air, burn it with the air
Throw the money in the air, burn it with the air
Money in the air, yea, burn it with the air

VERSE II
Money rules nr. 2. –
Just focus on making mo’ money that can feed a nation
Man, I don’t really care
As long I have enough money to reaford it all, it cool
Giving up the money homie, give me my money
Pay the money to my bank, throw me money on my show
Get the money outta ya pocket and lay it in my wallet
Call ya accountant give me phone let me give her all my digits
So she can pay my bill, make new dues
I big pimping in the club with the money by my side
Making money my bitch, cuz it gives me what I want
Popping Hennessey, Vodka, Jägermeister and Redbull
Slapping money all drunk ni99a and now am wild out

CHORUS 2X
Throw the money in the air, burn it with the air
Throw the money in the air, burn it with the air
Throw the money in the air, burn it with the air
Money in the air, yea, burn it with the air

VERSE III
Uuh – If you really wanna know what God think about money
Just look at those he gave it to abundant
While money can’t buy you happiness it certainly
Lets you choose your own form of misery
Money making ever working figure stressing, killing murder
Hustlers, riders all for the money
Maybe for dollars, euros or pound sterling – haa
Sex rules the world where money is the ho ho ho
Every time I come around that’s how we go o-oh
Too many people spend money they ain’t earn
And buy what they don’t want
To impress the peeps they don’t like
Fuck ‘em!