Locree - World Spinnin' [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Fl, Tampa, 813 to 941
You already know what it is
This is what we do for a living, this ain't no hobby
Check me....Money[

[Verse 1]

I told my niggas we gon' fly, watch the haters cause they grounded
Astound the world with our words and the way the bass pounded
Pound my fist through the clay, sweat drippin from my face
Chase these goals everyday, hit these lows everyday
Feel this heat from this kitchen but this bread gotta get made anyway
Grind hard til the day
My mind turned to ye but them niggas in the prison wishin six years was today
Vision slain
Gotta get it, that's how it is
Need this money so we can live
Mama work overtime, 2 jobs, what a life
Money, cars, what we strive
Already got the hoes, already got the clothes
Sold my soles for my goals
Smoked this dro for my lows
Made my mind too slow
No control on my mode
Gotta stay on my toes
Bear this weight til I'm old
Ain't no sweaters for this cold

[Hook]

(Money, Money, Money
Make the world go
Money, Money, Money
Makes the world go round) x4

[Verse 2]

Drop the top on the Caprice, break necks in the streets
A couple seconds, wake up, fuck, i wish that was me
Turned to late night grindin', Bruxism with beats
Turned my visions 3D, now my brain at it's peak
Mama said I can do it all, seen the hero in me
All rise, if you hatin', see the villian in me
Benadryl is in me
If you allergic to that bullshit take a does of Cree, but don't sleep
See the money bring the power and it been inna me
I see my fam and they hurtin'
Do the pain reach a peak?
Most niggas do it wrong, for them I succeed
A lost soul, misunderstood
This the legend of me
If money the root of evil, emit the devil in me
And I know that's wrong but times gettin hard, Can't see my god
Tunnel vision
Palms itchin', this proposition gon' lead to prison
Gotta message for the youngin's
Gaudy shit below the prism
Present my presence in the game
A-list predator enlisted
Pave a lane, fuck the fame, its all about the message
Keep pessimist from ya circle, keep bitches for the tension
The money is the mission, Ain't no need for opposition, Nigga, Cause....

[Hook]

[Bridge]

I know I'm lost girl
I'm throwing money in this lost world
Check the time, soon turn a citizen to Rolex
Watch me glow next

I'm thinking more and more and more checks, Shine x3
Watch me glow next

[Verse 3]

Lemme protest
They're trying to stunt my progress
I profess my time and shine in a Rolex
Only so you undress...
Guess who gon' cum next...
I'm buying out the whole bar...
I'm shinning like a new star...
Never had no money so I throw it like a dummy
Seeing bottle, bars, and bitches
Filling liquor in my tummy
Switchin' friends cause income make it hard to see who incoming
Bummin' wit my yougnin's, I stunt for my miscoming
Treat the brown liquid as my tears, it's still running
Rummage through the streets
Walking off beats, Words slurred
Talking off beat
Don't give a fuck what you could see, Persistency
For instance she , could see me with my latest lady
Getting twisted, see
My morals start to crumble as I suffocate under this rumble, oh no

[Outro]

(I still want that money) x3
I don't care, I still want that