Ghetto Millionaires - My Clique [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
We're toppin 2013
They said it's still money on the table
So we're coming back for the second game
Ghetto Millionaire Records
Ahk 2Gs, Baby Thad, General

[Hook]
Ain't nobody messing with my clique (clique x4)
Yeah motherfuckers, we run the strip (strip x4)

[Verse 1: General]
Yeah, my clique, we run the strip
Put money on your head, my shooters they never miss
Bad yellow bitch, she jumped in my black six
Millionaire living, my nigga, we stack chips
Feel like 50 Cent, when he made Back Down
Black Rolls Royce, my nigga, I put the smack down
Evonne's easy trapping like Young Jeezy
Stuff that white girl just like the homey Eazy
Money tall like Weezy, call the cash money
Put shooters on your head, my niggas, they blast for me
Call it Harlem World, I live in the underworld
Get money on the arm, I move 'em right out the door
Me and Ahk 2Gs, flying in that new V
Got a few groupies, 'bout to make a movie
I don't got a script, manoeuvre that black six
Rollin' 7-5, you see me with big sis
Yeah, I call her EZ, make it look easy
Put money on your head, my nigga, I talk greezies
That's my clique, we do it like this
'Bout to flip the streets and let off a 100 bricks

[Hook]
Fucking with my clique (clique x4)
We run the strip (strip x4)
Ain't nobody fucking with my motherfucking clique (clique x4)
40 cal. to you and it goes click (click x4)

[Verse 2: Ahk 2Gs]
My clique reppin' 1-4-5th in St. Nick
Now it's two deals later, my nigga, we ain't quit
Told Atlantic not to panic, we won't sink like the Titanic
Universal wanna holler, we gon' throw you back a dollar (huh?)
So now we're getting it, nigga, the way we're living it
This Ghetto Millionaire, my nigga, we keep on spending it
That's why I get offended when niggas saying it's them again
I've been in it, we never left, my nigga, that's how we're ending it
Yeah, point blank period with no commas
My niggas once they brothers and I lost my momma
So you know what that mean, nigga, more drama
I promise to the day I die: I'm repping Harlem

[Verse 3: Baby Thad]
My clique is thick like them niggas in 300
Y'all niggas only chill on the block and see nothing
The whip is 300, the wrist is 300
Catch me out in Vegas, blowing a mean budget
His in hers, mixed with my misses
Even if you call her your wife, she's my mistress
My clique is wild vicious and broke like car bridges
Just like Biggie said: y'all can't touch my riches
What y'all have we spend like on we now high as Clark Kent
They put me in the game so watch me win
Like the sixth man straight off the bench
I told the coach: just trust me on approach
I never fly codes, I'm spending these high notes
Before the deal, I was selling coke on the strip
Trust me when I tell you, you ain't fucking with my clique (clique x5)