YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Cash Shit [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Rotate three-sixty (This is a KTOE beat?)
Lace up, too trippy
Won't wait for Alice in Emerald City
Worship the mother, the father, the city
Alice and Cindy, Emerald City

[Chorus]
Fine, all of my hoes dimes
Black and yellow, Optimus Prime
Me don't do no nine-to-five
Birkin yellow, Birkin lime
You ain't got to tell the shorty, know that she a bad bitch
Ride in that Brabus, they know that we havin', we poppin' that cash shit

[Verse]
I'm back in that mode, I'm back on my shit
I'm back on the road, in back of that 'Bach
With a kit on a stick, I'm back on these hoes
Returnin' from dead, tell these niggas let's get it
I don't let nobody drink my lean
I don't let nobody hold my stick
I don't let nobody drive my shit
Already know I pop my shit
Already know I hit me licks
Already know lil' bro my twin
Already know I'm buyin' her SKIMS
Already know that I already know
Already know that I'm holdin' a Gen
Shorty just hit me, she asked what I'm doin' and I told her I'm boolin', I'm on it again (Yeah, slatt)
I got a drum on the .308
I got a burden on top of my heart
I got a drop, I ain't showin' up late
I got his name on a bullet that I done went stuffed in a K (Brr, boom, boom, boom)
I know lil' mama ain't with it, so just stay the fuck out my face
Championship it, the ring (Woah, woah)
I got 'em on point like a beam (Woah, woah)
I got that medical, part of my schedule
Got her on jiggaboo, back of the yellow coupe
Bitch, better tell the truth, you got a second boo
Tote on that hammer, pull up on the set and shoot
She from Atlanta, she know I got hella loot
Told me she headed to go look for some baby food

[Bridge]
Rotate three-sixty
Lace up, too trippy
Woah

[Chorus]
Fine, all of my hoes dimes
Black and yellow, Optimus Prime
Me don't do no nine-to-five
Birkin yellow, Birkin lime
You ain't got to tell the shorty, know that she a bad bitch (A bad bitch)
Ride in that Brabus, they know that we havin', we poppin' that cash shit

[Bridge]
I'm poppin' that cash shit
Poppin' that cash shit
Poppin' that cash shit
I'm poppin' that cash shit
Baby, I'm a rich nigga
I'm poppin' that cash shit
She poppin' this cash shit
She poppin' that cash shit
She poppin' her shit

[Outro]
Rotate three-sixty
Lace up, too trippy
Won't wait for Alice in Emerald City
Worship the mother, the father, the city
Alice and Cindy, Emerald City