Birdman - Ain't Worried Bout Shit [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
See I, ride when I gotta, grind cause I gotta
Milk this game 'til it's sour
Why I gotta do the backstreets when it's hotter?
Even though the boy smooth sellin' like Prada, (speak up)
The tool yellin' like, holla, y'heard me?
Got the fools bailin' like Jackie, Kersee
You try join him, I can help you with that
I'm important in rap, but I'm special with gats
You know the young god bless you in fact, like you sneezed or somethin'
Even with a stack of money in they hand, they ain't squeezin' nothin'
I'm Weezy fuck it
Leave a motherfucker wheezin' when I asthma pump him
Yeah, and I don't ask for nothin' boy
I only Aston Buggy boy
And as for money
Watch the young god turn cash to money
It's that simple

[Hook x2: Lil' Wayne]
Yea, and we ain't stressin' 'bout shit
We grindin' like a mo'fucker tryin' stay rich
The cops on my trail so my track I switch
See niggas with money shouldn't act like this

[Verse 2: Baby]
Yeah, pimpin', there's some fraud 'round here
Nigga better stop hatin' before they disappear
I see the same ol' shit
And pop the same ol' shit 'til your neighborhood hit (bitch)
Disrespect that Nolia dawg
Them third world Hot Boys soldiers dawg
And make a nigga understand
When you fuckin' with a soldier with the grandmaster plan (nigga)
I'm tryin' to make a few million
Buy a few buildings, one day stop dealin'
And go and raise my children
Got it on my mind, that's the way a nigga livin'
I bring you back to '84
Dope game jumpin' when the water hit the flo' (nigga)
Cause we was doin' it, dogg
Everybody gettin' money, we was doin' it, dogg

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
Weezy, and I ride to the end of the road
And I'm hotter than a fire on the end of the fo'
And plenty times I had to get it from the flo'
But I made it to the ceiling and every wall could hear me
And if these walls could talk
They'd probably cry, like the strings on the guitar
And see you, you with that bullshit that's leeway to the do'
Only to cut off the lights, g'night

[Verse 4: Baby]
Look, it's Sunday, we in the hood gettin' our groove on
Every nigga uptown gotta have they tool on
Yeah, and they Birdman'd down
Niggas represent the bling cause I hold my own crown nigga
Shit, a hood rich high clique
That come from the slums where they pack extra clips
I love 'em nigga, the only way that we know is how to flip and rescore 'em
And go and get some more dough, nigga

[Hook]

[Outro: Baby]
Yeah, this grindin' to another linin' nigga
Know what I'm sayin'?
If you in the way, you'll get moved over nigga
Think I'mma let one of you bitch niggas stop me from gettin' a billion dollars nigga?
Fuck ya and what ya made of nigga
Y'understand? Nigga got a problem with this shit
That's your shit nigga
Suck a nigga dick a die nigga
Birdman, made man nigga
Yeah, that's how it's goin' diggity nigga
Fuck anything in between
If you in the line of duty nigga you got your issue, feel me?
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