Jai Musiq - Funds Up [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Jai Musiq]
Yeah a young nigga got the funds up
Funds up
Stay down. Come up
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook x2: Jai Musiq & That Boy Cortez]
Yeah a young nigga got the funds up. (Funds up, funds up)
My niggas stayed down til the come up. (Come up, come up)
Back in the day I was fucked up, (I was fucked up bad)
Now a young nigga on the come up
Now I'm just stacking my funds up

[Verse 1: Jai Musiq & DJ Chris Cross]
Young Josh, finessing all of these juug motions
20/20 vision, can't lose focus. Though I'm pretty sure my old girls still hoping
On my downfall. Through doping, so a Red Bull be the perfect potion. (Trippy!)
Me and my team, get bout hella the rings, got more bitches than an ice cream social
You can say we local, but a nigga got his funds up. (Damn!)
Don't be lazy baby, arch ya back and get them buns up. (Bend it over)
Niggas claiming they real, but they all baloney like cold cuts
That's why I don't trust, cause damn near all these females flaky like pie crust. (Fuck 'em)
That's why I lust. Love lost. Tryna get straight to the cash. (Yuh)
Coming up, funds up, making all this money fast. (Better know it!)
I-55 and you know that I'm doing the dash. (Skrrrrrt!)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, swerving on hoes... They wanna see me crash. (beep beep)
So I stay in my lane, my whole team equipped to go get to some change, we running the game
And you know the names, straight out the 901 my nigga, the new Memphis mane
And ain't nothing changed but the fame, you can have it... Just want hunnids in my sock now
Back then they didn't want me, but your bitch calling cause I'm hot now. (Yup!)

[Bridge: Jai Musiq]
My nigga we grinding, a young nigga shining
We straight out the 9, and we ready to go
Your girl at our shows and, the chains we got golden
And we never folding, we ready to blow

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: That Boy Cortez & Chris Cross]
Now a young nigga got my F-U-N-D-S up
We the greatest, so don't even put your best up. (Better bet it)
Super hot dog, boy gon head and catch up
Saying you a real nigga, boy gon head and 'fess up. (Don't tell 'em)
At your girl house watching Netflix with my feet up. (Chillin'!)
Grabbing ass, kissing neck, drinking Ciroc out the paper cup. (Pitch and swing!)
Counting so much money boy, I got paper cuts. (Ouch!)
With the Swisher, I'm a surgeon. Dumping out hella guts
Steady using errors and just to say fucking commas up
You a minion boy, take ya time, you ain't gotta rush. (Woo!)
Like a pimple on ya face, I love when that pussy make me bust. (Sheesh!)
And if you didn't know, Chris Cross got them funds up. (That's me!)
Juug Man got them commas (my nigga!), President like Obama
Got snakes in the grass, nigga. Nigga, keep your lawns cut
On a mission tryna get a house. Tryna put my moms up
More ice than Isis. Nigga better put them bombs up, got my funds up