Young Tony - Getting to the Money [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Gettin to money, snowstorm or sunny
Laughin to the bank gettin paid is funny
I know im the man, cooler than a fan
A nigga got fans check instagram
Tony montana mr make it happen
A nigga catching deals boutta make it rapping
The young boy a lyricist, all I spit is serious
You monkeys in the middle no wonder you so curious
I got a dream ima make mine happen
No spuares in my circle you inna pineapple
My girl won't even smile at you, and you can try get her shid nigga I will bet you
I'm a real nigga I can't be fake
These niggas really love me it can't be hate
This niggas soft inside like cheesecake
My team stay winning ball hard sweepstakes
For geesh sake, y'all calling me fake
When most of y'all rapper is motherfuckin remakes
For peace sake, they call me mestake
Cuz I'll cook a nigga like a fuckin beef steak
My team we straight, they think we hate
We.got these niggas looking at us like eastbay
Fly we stay, its too easy
Young like jeezy, nigga rap need me
Who can guard me, you need a army, you cannot arm me, I'm like lebron G
Who think they can tell them they can't
Im so unbeatable now they call me melo Durant
Im big in this little city ima elephant ant
The odds of me making it out is a helluva chance
Cuz I got a big flow make elephants dance
That type get up in your skin make your skeleton dance
Im like please nigga try me, goonies right beside me
We ain't playin no games nigga this ain't IG
If we talking in colors I got green I'll buy you, paint your shirt red nigga I ain't talking pyru
Im outta this world like sky blue, leave your whole head yellow like khali
I like my watches gold nigga, and if its black then bold nigga, my sevens come in navy like they was old nigga
You niggas crazy, work habits lazy, im so fuckin hot I made the devil get a AC
Thats crazy, my closet look like macys, have a gllass of water you thirsty niggas in the way B
Ayee B, word to jay z, I bet a thousand dollars that a thousand niggas hate me
Thats a ashame son, whats my name son, I bet they going think we cool soon as the fame come
We ain't cool dog, this ain't school dog, you think you my mans but you broke the rules dog
I dont need friends, you niggas need ends, the reason I love my niggas is cuz we win
Yeah we win, nigga you geeking, I bet the livest party be the one we in
Cuz we in, you niggas need out, I thought I told yall before we bring them Bs out
Sevens jeans, with my yankees hat cocked to the side
White forces on, with my laces westside tied
My bars dangerous like wet pavement, im so fly I make birds feel underrated
All yall minor to me forreal, you niggas acting so passive well im shooting to kill
Niggga nwm the nation, king tony fuck whoeever hating