Playboi Carti - Death in tune - count it up [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Prelude]
Niggas wanna see me dead, damn
I don't give a fuck about shit (at all, at all)
Cash carti
Money bands

[Hook]
I poured a whole fo' up in my fuckin' cup
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Thumb through the check, man i can't fuck with ya
We dressing them bricks, and then we add it up
Maison Margiela nigga, designer gear
Got like 10 hoes in my fuckin' ear
2 condos, I ain't even there
I'm like "Fuck 12," they can't come in here

[Verse]
I'm fuckin' on this bitch like she my main
I be in the trap wearing Wang
40 shots my Glock, make the block go insane
Alexander Wang, im off them pills can't feel this pain
Alexander Wang, i got that thang, that bitch go bang!
I just met this bitch, I swear this bitch just tryna bang
Posted on my side, yea nigga, fuck the fame
Yea nigga, money dancing to the bank
Oooooooh
On this syrup, on this syrup, on this lean
I'm on this syrup, i'm on this lean
I be on some other shit, and god knows that that bitch ain't celibate
Pussy niggas hating to get relevant
Money bags, i need that, bitch I need that! (I need that!)
Bitch with an ass I need that
Coupe, thats a smash, bitch I need that
Money counter, fuck a bank, y'all don't ennnn know ooooohh
Foreign car automatic!
Foreign broad she with the ashes
Call me Carti nigga, been had it
[?]
First we move the stove to the attic
My bloods pull up and get it brackin'
My cuz pull up and get it crackin'
Never pillow talkin', bitch ya lackin'
Pull up to ya spot like "bitch what's happenin? bitch what's happenin?"
I'm pullin out them Glocks like gogo gatchet
This nigga lacking, diamonds glancin'
Ho just, [?]
Lemme kick it, with my niggas, with my niggas, yea ya

[Hook]