Yung Jon - Ambitions [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Money money money pull a dolla out my ass
Bitches think I'm pretty funny trynna holla after class
Cops chase and I'm not tryna get followed to my stash
So everyday I walk in and out of school wit a new bag
People think I'm modest I say that I do brag
But I put it in my verses I'm first and you dudes lag
See me I could come off the top like a du rag
You be spitting you think you sick and like Ooh swag
But you fools whack turn on my mic make you move back
Cuz I know my shits dope wallet look like I move crack
Catch me in some red jays a red tie and my suits black
Cuz the kids sick shit I spit like my tooth cracked
See me I could catch a case not give a fuck about it
Stay up on my grind cuz I'm tryna keep them bucks counted
That’s all that’s on my mind whenever Im high
So im thinking bout money every time I walk by
I think my shit hotter than anyone comin up
Faggots tryna test me you must be dumb as fuck
Cuz once I get to spitting you'll always be runner up
Cuz they say the kids nice hotter than the summer sun
Im one of one they don’t make em like me
Faggots tryna kick it so I take their nikes
Get their wallet and take all the dough out
Take they bones out skin they face show up wit a gun at they ho house
Tell her what just happened and bout how now she has no spouse
And if she talks then imma beat that bitch till she has no mouth
Flyer than a bird but I ain't really trynna go south
Im tryna chill here with my boys and roll up a whole ounce
Yo you boys better chill with the dissin
This the way I live sitting in the crib spitting
Think your fucking sick well ill let you go write a written
Then spit a freestyle back leave you on the floor in submission
You wishing that you didn’t test me my technique will leave you fucking shook
Skate by like I'm Gretzky me and my boys only puff the best tree
Im prolly so baked that if you text me I won't answer till next week
My bitches sexy my Ls fat
If I catch a case ill make my judge wish he fucking failed his l sats
Yo you can't even imagine what'll happen when I'm rapping
Spit fire like a dragon or a cannon
Put my fucking team on my back like its maddden or
Catch a red beam to ya back I'm an assassin its
Crazy how they think that they could play me
Catch em one day when they lazy and knock em back to the 80s
Smoke like it’s the 60s my whip is looking real hazy
Wit my Cap back like I'm Griffey hit a homerun with ya lady
They see me and assume I got no talent try to challenge
So I swoop down and pick my prey up with my talons
Then tear em apart yea I tear em apart
So next time they friends see me they be scared in they heart
I don’t even need to talk I just stare em down
In the booth with the King but you know I wear the crown
I be scooping ya bitch say she tryna smoke a pound
Tell you she might be home late cuz her car is broken down
They ask me if I'm baked I say I'm always smoking loud
And I ain't even hear the question guessed that’s what they talking bout