Young Prince - FTB (For the Bitches) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Intro: Young Prince & Jones Boy)
Ayy yo Prince (What's up)
It's a lot of niggas hating on us bruh (Well alright)
They see us getting this mother fucking money
Getting our grind on (Ohh)
But we don't do it for them niggas right (Turn up, turn up, turn up)

(Pre Chorus: Young Prince)
I got champagne in my cup and I'ma just toast it up
To these haters because these bitches love me
And as long as I'm getting money these women gon' want it from me
So I tell the bartender one thing

(Hook: Young Prince & Jones Boy)
Blue mother fuckers for the bitches (Blue mother fuckers for the bitches) (Yeah)
Let's make a toast to the bitches (Let's make a toast to the bitches) (Yeah)
I put these chains on for the bitches (I put these chains on for the bitches) (Yeah)
I leave the club with like two bitches (Two of em yeah)
And they all bad and they trynna go like

(Verse 1: Young Prince)
Uh that blue liquor in my cup, really I don't give a fuck
Long as my niggas in the VI and we all get drunk as fuck
These bad women in my section yeah they really came to party
So tell the models bring them bottles and keep them bitches sparkling
It's jammed packed it's twelve o'clock and The DJ just turned me up
And I'm gone off that blue mother fucker see the chain lighting up
We ain't tripping off them haters in the crowd trynna flex
Cause we them niggas all we do is turn the fuck up for a check
And you know I'm still taking shots couple gin and juice and Ciroc
I been through about five of em already this blue drank got me hot
I see nothing but bad women in the crowd trynna dance
And maybe after the club you can bring me one of yo friends
Man I'm trynna leave with you, you, and you
So what you wanna do, do, do
Girl let's hop in the whip take it back to the crib
Trynna see what you do, do, do
It's just me and my crew, crew, crew
And we trynna get something cracking
But right now I'ma need you to take this shot to the head
And you know I got that

(Pre Chorus)

(Hook)

(Verse 2: Jones Boy)
I wake up and I grind hard cause I'm tired of being broke
Got tired of getting my socks wet cause my shoes filled with holes
Got tired of getting picked on while chilling with my bros
I wasn't sauced up when I stepped out, I ain't give no love to these hoes
But that shit different now, they all wanna smoke and kick it now
They didn't used to hit me back when I hit
They're phone, they stalk a nigga now
Oh yeah we living now, that lame shit for the pigeons now
And I don't a fuck about none of these haters cause we do it for the bitches
And lil momma gotta boyfriend (she do)
But she be chilling with us (she be chilling with us)
Maybe cause we always riding in some new shit (Oh)
And he always riding on the bus (that nigga riding on the bus)
I ain't trynna talk down on yo nigga but, can I be honest one time? (can I be honest one time)
We them niggas who bring the whole city out
Yo nigga the nigga standing in line

(Pre Chorus)

(Hook)