Tableek - Monie$ [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse I: TABLEEK]
I want the dollars the pesos the cedes the rupies
Funds so I can clone my nuts for all the groupies
Cash i can burn on car lots of hoopties
Rear view celly for geniuses who pursue me
I build wit em till they chatter boxxx
Shadow boxin scared of they own shadow
I rock cheddar locked in
A free mind state, clock my weight
I come back weigh double no skills no debate
Left and right from the center
Since the placenta
Pimped them presidents like i had a vendetta
They offered a weigh in but that didn't fit a (nigga)
They send in goons an little killers
No matter though
Beatle bailey, beggin for a funeral
Im buckin down with mad fists of fury yo!
Wall street journal peep BLEEK in the centerfold
Piff an a bird the boss man "Yo that nigga cold"
Got mo, gidde gidde up gon get it
I'm puttin in work, that dough their we gon split it
I try to be non-stingy i dont rock fendi
Back in the day wanted a box thats benzi
So i could rock that tape i made last wednesday
Im thinkin at levels to keep the dough streak in me
Peace to flip and all the flippers thats wit me
Whether its guiness or a side show called ripley
Run the shekels, dinars, yen, plus euros
Shillings i can slide like a black superhero
Coppin sky scrappers want the paper with zeros
Getting to the mountain top on big pillows
Pressed in, north of what trump would make
In his lifetime my potential so great
Got a rusty mcnugget, flip turn to gold
Sothebys auction in 5 mintues that's sold
Whiteys be shocked they like that man so bold
You keep the checks i want the money that fold
Dead the credit, your train of thought getting old
Get off the sedatives got your brain on hold
Cough up the dough, rubles, pounds for my troubles
Keep it on the low don't put sam in bubble
Or irs to put stress on my bundles
Im tryin to pc in triples, not doubles
The monies