Green Grenade - Fly High [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1; Dolla Fre$h]

Diamond's on my chain, diamond's on my wrist
Diamond is my logo, cause I'm diamond kid
Cause I'm fuckin' rich, shout out to DMG
I'm muthafuckin' C.E.O, but I spit it like Meek Mill
You work at drive-thru, You must be so stupid
When I got mic in a hand, it's like drive-by shooting
I'm in my studio, with hommies puffin' kush
We stay high, so I fly to Hollywood
My gold chain, cost more then your car
Your bitch go with Me, cause She don't like when you drive
My flow so sick, yea I'm so cool
My flow so rich, #Maybach_62
I'm a real player, but I can't play no games
Your main bitch be my side, you got a second place
DMG, We the muthafuckin' mob
We ballin' everyday, We never stop

[Verse 2; Milli Tune]

My flow just bought new 'Rarri
I stepped into your house, shoot somebody
Then I left your brains on the couch, picked up your girl and took her to Holly - Wood
I can make a lot of money, dude
I can have your head and your honey, uhh
D M G we runnin, u can call us polish Young Money, I!
Ain't even green but they usually call me alien
So you know I'm outta' this world, I'm human, I'm just different...
They kiddnapped my flow
And putted it to the riffle
So reload it, aim it and shot it
I just tryna make that AK 47 goo
These lyrics like bullets sends you straight to the another - world!
Yeah, shout out my wings
I'm flyer and faster is like 'Gatti got wings, haha
You boys ain't this
You are one big fail is like Angels got sins, ye!
Diesel on my wrist, it makes your Boo show me her tits
I spent one thousand on this new watch like this, pff
DMG we rich, and Green Grenade will take your bitch
Salute Milli Tune greener skin and golden preach!

[Verse 3; Green Grenade]

10 years old, muthafucka
I got the Rolls Royce, muthafuckas
DMG, We makin' show
Just press play, Lets go!
Who got money? I, You know We stay fly
Drinkin' out the bottle, We just touchin' stars
We are fuckin' famous, We are fuckin' rich
These bitches takin' pictures, These bitches talk to Me
Fuck it, I'm in new Range Rover
I don't drive, I got the chauffeur
I countin' money, two bad chick's with Me
This is not funny, cause this is your bitches
These niggas want to see my fall, but I don't
I got the pocket full of money, neck full of gold
I'm so rich, You don't haa?
This is my shit, We fly high