GoldfaceMoneywatch - Gold Money Trapstar [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Intro: GoldfaceMoneywatch
DJ Beatz
Connor with the K in the studio and shit
Putting acid in my syrup

Verse 1:
Yo my sprite be the baddest, all gold caps
Hundred on a sack, my bitch looks like she dance
Beatz don't stop, my mind ain't right
So much paper on my tongue it be looking all white
I'mma piss in a double cup and hand it to my P.O
I take drugs like a repo and then do them like it's legal
All gold caps like that shit be on caps lock
Loud ass pack like that shit is on caps lock
My number lower than a casket
Got paper like a package so my bitch is always packing
They be asking where the hash is, I said it's where my cash is
I haven't smoked in five minutes think I'm out of practice
Young Beatz came through with a seven three blunt
Wake up every morning just to make the trap bunk
I pulled the blunt ten times, then passed it off to Blunt
And I keep a box of p-funks that I only use to bump

Chorus:
I be trapping, Man I be jacking
X4
Gold money trap, Gold money trapstar
X4

Verse 2:
I keep a stupid fruity lip and it smells like my bitch
I keep them fruity choppers with bananas in the clip
And I ain't got a whip, man, that's why I keep a chick
And she might done know my stash spot, but she keep a zip
Gold money grills diamonds chains rings and codeine
That's what I be fucking with in case you didn't know me
? She a OG, she keep Young Beatz geeked up
Got a number lower than my eyes when I'm geeked up
Golds on my teeth, hoes in the beat
Hoes in the street like the spinners on my feet
Shout out young bankroll he keep a stupid number
With a stupid fruity zip every time I come to chop
I be going in like I'm finna rob a house
I be gone off this pack, I might bring the choppers out
I be stealing bitches' purses while DY be watching out
And I got that cotton mouth and chopper rounds when I cop a pound
Beatz

Chorus