ATM - Player of the Year [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

[Verse 1: ATM]

Look up in the sky its a bird its a plane
Staying hella high super man upon lames
I'mma trend setter, You a trend sweater
Dont do what I do, Make your own shit better
Nigga this higher living, Twisting somthing expensive
Gatorade bars got the game feeling replenished
You would think I was derwin davis, the way I give her the game
A nigga macking like tasha last name
Hella wannabe pacs, they really just lil zane
Swap-a-rama shopping niggas with fake good wood chains
Double d breasted, silicon chested,dime shot gun sucking dick thats head resting
Too many investments to ever go broke again
Went from pan to stock handling up in year
Held an award show amongst all of my peers
And atm was named Playa of the year

[Hook]

Yea yea yea.. Playa of the year
Hands in the air for playa of the year
Yea yea yea playa of the year
Glasses in the air year for the playa of the year
Yea yea playa of the year lets make a toast for playa
Yea yea playa of the year... roll a doobie up .. for playa of the year

[Verse 2: ATM]
A couple zeros still my nigga thats af taxes
Me bowing to you? nigga thats ass backwards
My earnhart bars got me head of any competitor
Stacking my bread im lego and kennex in ya
Lincoln logging hogging the money up like a treasurer
Blah blah blah etc etc
Yeaaa I hear you talking but I ain't much paid attention to ya
Im that nigga, just thought that I should mention it to ya
Talk to the hands my ears dont understand
Unless its bout money bitches weed or dividends
My four best friends in this game of politicians
You buying books im getting booked and making yo tuition
Spitting vital information like lori beth denburg
We dont smoke trees my nigga we smoke timber
Mile high club.... fool you not a member..
Lyrical individual spitting shit you can remember

[Hook]

[Verse 3: ATM]

Of course a nigga gone off a plane filled with dro
The good reefer that im cheifing keep my eyes kinda low
Got money but I want mo',getting pilsbury dough
Keep a couple o's like the song to the tom joyner morning show
Whoa! im too hot for yall
Like michael jackson sporting vans im 2 off the wall
Different color leaves my weed game like fall
You steady thinking small im thinking the bigger picture
You steady stealing my shit im feeling like lil richard
Little elvis ass nigga,jealous ass nigga
Mad cause im hot dog, ole relish ass nigga
But you kinda entertaining, old cedric ass nigga
You fucking king of comedy. What I think of you honestly?
Your trash, hot ass, and thats just me showing Modesty
Smoking stevie wonder see nobody when im high
Superstitious Doobielicious puffing ribbons in the sky