Prodigy X Boogz Boogetz - Money & Power [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Boogz Boogetz]
I told these hating niggas I'm a breath of fresh air
I'm from Far Rock but you better think twice before you step here
Smoking on that krill
And that shit so strong I call it death chair
Man these Js so cold
I ain't even gon' drop these shits 'til next year
Swaggin' on these hoes but hold up
All I spit is bars like I'm incarcerated
They know that I'm the shit, these niggas constipated
Roley on my wrist and bet that charm amazing
So if you ain't talking about money we ain't conversating
Believe I got a fetish for them whips
That be foreign, I be balling got these jealous niggas pissed
In the hood and I'm good, oh no never will I switch
Oh you mad cause my groupies looking better than your bitch
Nigga, back to the future up in the Delorian
Got these bitches following the car that they just saw me in
Never will a nigga ever play me like accordians
Run up and my goonies gonna be clapping like the audience

[Hook: Boogz Boogetz & Prodigy]
I told them they ain't in my lane though
Sipping on that Henny let the game go
These jealous niggas hope for my demise
I can see it in they eyes
Nigga you know what I came for

Respect, power, money, bitches
That's why these niggas furious they not getting
Respect, power, money, shine
That's why these niggas they be hating all the time

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Hit up the labratory
Spill my fire on these
Wanna-bes, Don Ps got nothing on me
Far enough, nigga tapped my whole shit up
Long chain, E & J, Hennessy, that's our stuff
Pulling up in my hoopty
Pockets full of that [?]
You annoying as fuck, stop snagging on my Coogi
I bounce around the whole earth doing this
Think it's a game 'til they in pain
The whole world is a ghetto
We run shit, I'm getting blazed
In London, Serbia
Italia, my Mobb Deep we out ya
Stop, don't get your little fanny popped
Beat the fuck up and he shot
Hoe nigga your panties dropped
Pussy get wet, empty the whole thing
Right there in broad day
Get away real sweet, finish my rap
Make me some more papes
Buy me some more things
Keeping them hating nigga fucked in life
You could never be this great
I know it burns, cuts like a knife

[Hook]