Just B. Polo - Working For It [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Open house and keep doors locked, people that'll kill for me
I got 4 and you forgot, and they got chills saw me
Their eyes opened their jaws dropped, I don't need grills homie
I stay golden like Fort Knox, let this boy rock
And you can watch a woman throw it like a bouquet, thinking that I'm gonna be her Barbie's Kent
Paying for your drugs with your loose change, I'mma die the way that Chris Farley went
They said you're coming off the top and then you're too paid [toupee'ed]
What about the money that you hardly spent?
I said I'm gonna make money like Bruce Wayne, and I ain't even make a Harvey Dent
I'll be set when I see a few mill, Getting with a 10 she can keep it all real
Yelling 'cuz she wanna know the women on the side, and I told her "I-D-K my B-F-F Jill"
I'm still killing competition call me Manson
Celebrate it sipping on some Bombay
Way they got me tripping while I'm dancing
I'll be taking molly as a prom date I stay

[Hook]
Working For It
On a hard works day saying hard work pays and I'm
Working For It
On a night shift want a life thats like this I been
Working For It
On a hard works day saying hard work pays and I'm
Working For It
And I planned it never handed dammit
I stay working for it (X2)

[Verse 2]
Feel some type of way
Everybody only do what Simon say
I don't got a plan if its not the 'A'
'cuz "Plan B" is only good when the condom breaks
And you're mad, why? What you trying to say?
I'm a bad guy 'cuz I've gone away? But wait
I ain't waking up until the sun goes down
How could I be giving you the time of day (ay)
Say please with a cherry, on her knees no begging
And she told me that I bury my emotions, I told her I ain't got have emotions I can bury
Mario Andretti in a rat race up in last place in the fast lane emptying his gas tank
With a cash stake so he can't break 'till the fat babe sings songs while the band plays, got a bad taste
Putting me on, the way they putting my song on
Big baller other people cheering in pom poms
The way I beat it up she was thinking I'm on drums
A kick, snare, hat, crash, bell, and a tom tom
I'm on one, so the pill is appealing
And you ain't got soul, man your heel isn't healing
I take one more sip peer pressure I feel it
I take one more hit feet touching the ceiling

[Hook]

[Bridge - Vocal cuts]