YachtMansion - French Labels [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Bourgeois, don't ask what the fit cost
Avoir, say bonjour to French whores
French shorties, don't question the god
French labels in my closet, oh Lord!

[Verse 1]
Invested mula in that product
Will wild out for that dollar
Write them lyrics in a mobile
Lyrics hotter then a sauna
Your bi-weekly paycheck? Spent that on a kickback
Money spent on rent? Spent that on an outfit
I'm on another level, separation is apparent
Oscar de la Renta, yall ain't savy with these labels
Yall effected by recession, the struggle got you stressin
Keep it trill forever like them niggas down in Texas

[bridge]
Keep it trill forever

[verse 2]
Mo money, mo problems with financial aid
Accountant on my cell, that's financial aid
Start them forest fires every time we blaze
Flight across the country, I've been high all day
Bourgeois, don't ask what the fit cost
Avoir, say bonjour to French whores
French shorties, don't question the god
French labels in my closet, oh Lord!
Residing in The States till a nigga get found
When I get up out the country, man I'm shutting shit down
YachtMansion, they scream YachtMansion
When they see YachtMansion it's all daps and pounds
Hugs from the shorties I described on my first shit
Hipster chicks on Tumblr follow just to reblog shit
Step outside looking like a Liege mannequin
Renaissance all over my body, yall some harlequins

[bridge 2]
Yall effected by recession, the struggle got you stressin'
Keep it trill forever like them niggas down in Texas

[outro]
Bourgeois, don't ask what the fit cost
Avoir, say bonjour to French whores
French shorties, don't question the god
French labels in my closet, oh Lord!