Rich P - Big Spender [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Rich P]
Yea, I mean
This is the type of track where I just start shit talking and shit
I mean, rumor has it
Niggas is scared to do songs with me
I mean... I mean I would know why
Cause my bars is crazy
If you don't think so... Be the judge
LOOK!!

[Verse 1: Rich P]
I spend a lot when it come to time
We could spend bread but none of mine
Handle business over lunch and wine
So the cake stacked like Duncan Hines
Look at my watch, no time for hating
My turn nigga I been waiting
Niggas like Rich you been hot
And I'm like not shit, constipation
Nice around Mic's like Jacks and Tito
Every verse is crack a kilo
I don't know who G'd money
This city full of New Jack's and Nino's
I will have another glass of Pino
Niggas steam like a cappuccino
But niggas don't wanna bring beef to Harlem
Get whipped up top like a Frappuccino
Ain't nothing in this World fair
I'm getting mine while I'm on a tour
Pac said pour out a little liquor
So I'm gone leave Rémy on the floor
The fans said we need you signed
I told them niggas in due time
All my niggas cocaine free
Cause at the club we don't due lines Nigga

[Interlude: Rich P]
Baby I said at the club, we cocaine free
Cause we don't do lines
That's some swag shit
Real nigga shit
Real niggas get it
Lame niggas don't,dumb niggas don't
LUXURY Rap you heard...
LOOK... Motherfucker... Proceed

[Verse 2: Rich P]
Got these bitches open tho
My watch is like the ocean tho
Niggas know that my shit is hot
I just left the potty smoking hole
The top is where a nigga going tho
A nigga got this shit emotion ho
Niggas know I'm bout to blow
Like my cartridge is broken ho
Fashion speak this why I dress so hard
That's your bitch you better get your broad
Hoes will do anything to get your car
For a swipe bitches ride like a metro card
Live for my niggas I couldn't be cheap
Spartan flow, I couldn't be weak
NyQuil rappers claiming the sick
But in the end y'all just put me to sleep
Niggas swag so action packed
Next stop is a platinum Plaque
Aim that shit at a nigga face
And turn that shit to a apple jack
This shit is locked, like a set of pliers
Pussy wet she gotta get a drier
But them bitches used to front
Now they scream for the god like they in a choir

[Closing: Rich P]
I said, they scream for the god like they in a choir
Fashion God, that would be... me
Rich P aka Richard Pharaoh
Death to all you bum niggas
Bum rappers
And niggas who think they can rap
The fans seem to disagree
LOOK... and I'm gone...
BITCH!!!