Weston Gates - White Collar Criminal [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Weston Gates]

(I'm a)
White collar criminal, find me I’m invisible
Leave your purses missin' pissin' in your private swimming pool
White collar criminal, try me I’m invincible
Tyin' up the principals and lootin' private middle schools

[Verse 1]

It's Weston Gates tell a friend, bitch I been rich
Born to bread in Greenwich, Connecticut
Comin' with the etiquette, pull in with a better whip
I’m speakin' hella eloquent in one take I don’t even need to edit shit

Welcome to my world step inside, look through Weston’s eyes
Pickin' fights by white picket fences and the Stepford Wives
I’m wavin' to 'em while I’m weavin' as I text and drive
Lexus 500 horses let 'em get some exercise

I’m robbin' beach homes up and down the East coast
Reachin' into pea coats at parties through the weed smoke
Pickin' locks and pickin' pockets during keg stands
In stolen pairs of Ray Bands from women wearin' spray tans

[Verse 2]

You’re spyin' on me while I’m dippin' in the parking lot
You get confused when you see your bitch's car unlocked
See your chick’s allergic to you and all your preppy friends
So she needed me to stick it in her like an EpiPen

I’m the one who brought a crew to crash the party at your house
I’m the one who came and cleaned your parent’s liquor cabinet out
I’m the one who crashed your grandpa’s car into a Hamptons bar
Then went and had the damage charged to your daddy’s AmEx card

I don’t wanna be the CEO or the man in charge
I’d rather be on CNN as the man at large
I should be fuckin' stressed seein' how money’s spent
And seein' all these houses goin' up in rent, but baby I'm a

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Abductin' damsels from mansions for ransom
Their parents pay but they don’t care they stay because I’m handsome
I command ‘em to do cartwheels, full splits and handstands
And send ‘em back to mom and dad with transplants and tramp stamps

I'm steady stickin' up these stuck-up students in my Land Rover
Handin' over daddy’s checks from Exeter to Andover to
Lawrenceville, baby I was born to kill
And I’m stayin' fresh to death, dressed from head to toe in Ralph Lauren silk

Bottles thrown on cobblestone curbs I’m perterbin' ya
Like an Arab walkin' with a turban through Suburbia
The conman comin' cold off the Col de sac
Stock tips, stockin' up on stolen stacks at Goldman Sachs

[Verse 4]

You see me in your neighborhood smokin' pot and Winstons
And you hate me 'cuz I took your daughter’s spot at Princeton
Tell you what, if that’s the reason that your mad at me
I’ll let her visit, she can study some anatomy

I’m the one who took the Brooks Brothers that you bought your son
I’m the one who made your daughter come like a water gun
I’m the one your kids are bout to call when they’re at the mall
And meet me in the back to buy their alcohol and Adderall

I don't need no cheapskate lawyer with a briefcase
I just flee the state, bribe ‘em for a brief case
Listenin' to my mother vent about obamas government
I’m crowned with the stigma of the one percent 'cuz baby I'm a

[Hook]

[Outro]

White collar criminal, someone check the locks
I’m a white collar criminal, someone get the cops
I’m a white collar criminal, someone come and test me
I’m a white collar criminal, someone come arrest me

I’m a white collar criminal, someone better kill me
I’m a white collar criminal 'cuz someone said I’m guilty
I’m a muthafuckin' good-for-nothin' money-grubbin'
Dirty rotten pocket-pickin wallet-liftin white collar criminal

[Walter White]
You're goddam right