Weekend Money - Trapper Keeper feat. Fat Tony (Co Prod. by Hot Sugar) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

INTRO (NE$$):
This goes out to you (ready Tonepac?)
And you (ayo Bagh Ayo Bagh get that)
Light up
Feels good though

Chorus:
To all my trappers in the trap
Hustlers on the grind
Man I know how u feel
Looking out for one time
Outchea in the rain
Sleet hail snow
While most iz snuggled in the bed
U be out here on the go

Verse 1 (NE$$):
Committed like holy matrimony
U hear these rappers rappin' man damn they phony
Coke rap & trap beat don't make u trapper homie
This for niggas that's trapped in the trap
That rather be traveling then stuck on the corner
Rats in a maze
Rat in a corner
They call it the rat race u runnin' runnin' but where iz u goin'
Dead or in jail
Furious warned us
Boys in the hood
King of NEW YORKERS
Point ya finger at the bad guy Scarface
U pay the mortgage, the bills at moms place
For God Sake what a nigga gotta do to make a half million without the FBI catching feelins’?

Chorus:
To all my trappers in the trap
Hustlers on the grind
Man I know how u feel
Looking out for one time
Outchea in the rain
Sleet hail snow
While most iz snuggled in the bed
U be out here on the go

Hook: LA LA LA LA LA LA LA

Verse 2: FAT TONY

Clocked in on the block by my old house
Make my own hours but I never get to clock out
Nah, ain't the life for me I like to be living kind of free
In the canopy getting MTV Jam of the Week
With a 21st century Pam Lee
Listening to the greatest hits of Brandy on brandy
Ain't tryna sell a gram and barely want a Grammy
But when I buy a gram I support my man's family
Damn, why it can't be better than this?
The youngest of 3 kids wondering where daddy is
And don't let me get started on the wife
She kicked the man out, don't want him in her life
Sleeping on the floor with the kids every night
Telling them he's the reason they can't keep on the lights It ain't right
So when you yip yap 'bout the trap and how you're so trill
Just know real niggas in that don't wanna go back

Chorus:
To all my trappers in the trap
Hustlers on the grind
Man I know how u feel
Looking out for one time
Outchea in the rain
Sleet hail snow
While most iz snuggled in the bed
U be out here on the go

Hook: LA LA LA LA LA LA LA

Verse 3 (NE$$):
Baby mama trippin
Neighbors prali snitchin
Biggie intro to juicy
Bangin out ya system
Some ya pahtnahs missin
Lord knows u miss m
Some locked prison
Some is in the essence
I think it was Shakespere
To be or not be
PAC posed a better question
IZ there a heaven for G
I think it was Shakespere
To be or not be
PAC posed a better question
IZ there a heaven for Geezus?

Chorus:
To all my trappers in the trap
Hustlers on the grind
Man I know how u feel
Looking out for one time
Outchea in the rain
Sleet hail snow
While most iz snuggled in the bed
U be out here on the go