Tommy polo & yung jetlag - Expensive Taste [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[intro]

Just dont look at me

[hook: Tommy polo]

Expensive taste, yeah I got expensive taste
Expensive taste, yeah I got expensive taste
Louis, gucci or dat Bathing Ape
Louis, gucci or dat Bathing Ape

Expensive taste, yeah I got expensive taste
Thats why my belts designer, 40 on my waist
Expensive taste, yeah I got expensive taste
Exotic silk garments all up on my face

[Verse 1: Tommy polo]

Pull up in a bathing ape hoodie
I stay with the mob like we goodie
I'm Feeling like cee lo,[?] shades they cover my eyes, when I'm high like the Beatles
When I'm off the shits, I be tweaking like I got the measles
I'm itching and scratching
I'm really not acting
My bitch in the back of the Acura
Stay wit dat blood in my cup like I'm Dracula

My bitch winning Oscars
Look like Jodie foster (she a actress)
Sippin lean out baby bottles
Stumbling like we toddlers
I swear U know I'm balling
Like I play for Marlins
Like I play for New Orleans, playing with the hornets
Feeling like Michael Jordan
Money it's coming & it's coming in hunnits
And I spend it so reckless
Vvs diamonds they all in my necklace, (god damn I'm shining)
Expensive taste yeah I got expensive taste
My lawyer been bar mitzvah'd, we won't catch dat case

[hook]

Expensive taste, yeah I got expensive taste
Expensive taste, yeah I got expensive taste
Louis, gucci or dat Bathing Ape
Louis, gucci or dat Bathing Ape

Expensive taste, yeah I got expensive taste
Thats why the belts designer, 40 on my waist
Expensive taste, yeah I got expensive taste
Exotic silk garments draped all on my face

[Verse 2: yung jetlag]

You flipping burgers, I'm flipping birds
I'm smoking Cali, you smoking turds
I'm geeked up like I hang with nerds
Try to cut me off, so I had to swerve
4 hoes in the car, its a two seater
I'm po'ing up a syrup in a two litre
My dick feeling like a damn bird feeder
I switch-a-roo hoes, like derek jeter
No chi-raq but I'm glo'ing brazy
All this purple weed, got my brain hazey
All this purple drank, got me feeling lazy
Leave your homies dead, like Patrick Swayze
Racks on me like I'm playing tennis
I own these blocks I ain't talking tetris
Got a blunt in each hand call me ambidextrous
Got a cup full of syrup, conditions not infectious
All this weed smoke gotta be detrimental
I'll leave your momma feeling sentimental
Send you to the doctor I ain't talking dental
Got your girl off beans, I ain't talking lentils
Expensive taste, I'm thinking that this blunt laced
Shawty ugly but I let her give me face

[hook]