Aris Sparks - Waffle House Chronicles [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro] I want the fame, I want the money, I want the love, I want it all...

[Hook: Aris Sparks]
She got dreams of a million I got dreams wit no ceilings
The sky ain't the limit imma need about a billion
Bitch I gotta touch money like, Oh, What a feelin'
Union Money Gang these niggas Know we finna make a killin'

She got dreams of a million I got dreams wit no ceilings
The sky ain't the limit imma need about a billion
Bitch I gotta touch money like, Oh, What a feelin'
Union Money Gang these bitches Know we finna make a killin'

[Verse 1: KRivers]
She my bottom bitch, lady and a tramp
She suck a couple dicks, she get my latest stamp
She do what daddy say, she never make demands
She just tryna feed her seed, she gon take the chance
For her daughter she gon make the choice
She never fuck for free, the paper make her moist
I tell the bitch to shoot a bundle just to keep her poise
Daddy do the talkin for you baby save your voice
I keep it simple wit the pimpin
I'm like a god to her, say whatever and she listened
She believe in me, say that money's her religion
Cuz we marathon running and she down to go the distance
She a rider... I know it's wrong but we past that
Still chasing after money we ain't grasp yet
Yea that's my bitch, you can smash that
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at

[Hook]

[Verse: Aris Sparks]
You are not fuckin wit a loser, ball hard like an Indiana Hoosier
Eric Gordon, what I make make it's not important
But sooner, than later getting paper no bullshit
Like Derrick Rose or da bul Boozer.. ya feel me
Work harder than a Mexican, but spend like a white man
I'm scheming like a African, make plays like a tight end
Got my shorty at my right, and she got dreams of a million
I tell her I need them Benjamins to stack up pass the ceiling
What's a dream without action, couple niggas wit me packin
They tell me to stick to rappin, but show up like nigga what's happening
And you ain't fucking wit no ordinary nigga, that want ordinary figures
Don't want ordinary bitches, extraordinary riches
Lowkey they only see me if you takin pictures
I gave that wedding ring to paper it could never fit ya
And if you can't fuck wit that then imma fuckin miss ya
Ya coming second if I'm fuckin wit ya

[Hook]