Matti Baybee - GGUSM [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]x2
I can't beef with no broke boy go get you some money
I'm couting these big faces I love them 100s
You broke ass are joke but it ain't even funny
Go get you some money boy
Go get you some money

[Verse 1: Matti Baybee]
Go get you some money go get it
They book me I'm touring I might fly to your city
She seen me in that beamer say I changed her opinion
New jesus peice I'm in it
My wrist wear like swimming
Got a couple thots riding with me
They camping they trapping
My whole squad be flexing
We eating on Thanksgiving
All black windows tented
My chicks is so pretty
My wrist lit my fist sick my checks fat like Biggie
Hold on let me turn on my savage
Smoke gold with me he rachet
First gold turn to the max
And these diamonds I rock dramatic
Broke boy don't want no static
Can't rock with you you average
So stop flexin like you got it

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[Verse 2: Lil Mouse]
I'm counting these big faces I keep them 100s
On my side no lackin if we see a Opp than we thumpin
Riding in a Benz Coupe with a bad bitch from London
She stalking when I walk in cause she know a nigga be stuntin
If he talking than I off him
Then it's back to gettn money
My team shoot like Boston
Riding dstrap with that lama
No scottie pippen got 33 in my clip ain't talkin no jumper
No question I'm next bitch,I'm takin off like a rocket
I'm ballin like Spalding, no gym but im flexin
Neiman Marcus, I'm shopping
My pockets full of them jacksons
I'm rollin, I'm toting, in traffic with that ratchet
I'm cash'n, I'm band'n,I'm balling hard like the Mavericks
Swish

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