Ronnie Dylan - Suite Life ft. Jake Crocker [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Hook
Working for dollars, I'm working for dollars
Working for dollars, I'm working for days
Minutes and hours they turn into commas
Come up with me bro, or get out my way
Working for dollars, I'm working for dollars
Working for dollars, I'm working for days
Minutes and hours they turn into commas
Come up with me bro, or get out my way

Verse 1
What it feel like to be treated, like you just so f***ing convenient?
And you happen to produce every single piece of food that somebody else gladly is eating
I go 22 degrees every weekend, say your records so cold why you freezing?
I know plenty other people tryna' fight for every penny when it's done I'll take the check and get my 'count number ready
I don't hear what you said, I don't care what you mean
I think you all packed up, time to move you out this week
(And) if you want it I could find you the place
I won't spare no name no face
So if you get it to the inbox, I’mma start shit talking might just say it to your face, thanks

Hook
Working for dollars, I'm working for dollars
Working for dollars, I'm working for days
Minutes and hours they turn into commas
Come up with me bro, or get out my way
Working for dollars, I'm working for dollars
Working for dollars, I'm working for days
Minutes and hours they turn into commas
Come up with me bro, or get out my way

Verse 2
At 21 I know I'm not like you, you tryna' find a job me I got two
Got no degree, but got a lot to eat, and everybody wanna eat with me
I want double the amount that you settling for, I don't mettle with the shit that you pedal me for
I came from the basements laying on floor…from Kenmore to K, man I can't anymore
Now…what they gonna do pass me? Cause' I don't really rap about them ass cheeks
F**k around and get a real job, are you stupid, you don't see the truth b?
Cause life don't care about your new airs, your died hair or your black-T
And I don't feel bad for your real dad, he was right to leave if you ask me, god damn

Hook
Working for dollars, I'm working for dollars
Working for dollars, I'm working for days
Minutes and hours they turn into commas
Come up with me bro, or get out my way
Working for dollars, I'm working for dollars
Working for dollars, I'm working for days
Minutes and hours they turn into commas
Come up with me bro, or get out my way

Hook
Working for dollars, I'm working for dollars
Working for dollars, I'm working for days
Minutes and hours they turn into commas
Come up with me bro, or get out my way
Working for dollars, I'm working for dollars
Working for dollars, I'm working for days
Minutes and hours they turn into commas
Come up with me bro, or get out my way

(Repeat Hook until end)