Bizzy Crook - Act Like Its Nothing [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Michael Francis & Bizzy Crook]
How you gon act when this paper comin'
She still in the crib and we just finished fuckin'
All my homies say these bitches can't be trusted
How you gon act like its nothin'
How you gon
How the fuck you gon act
How the fuck you gon act
How the fuck you gon act
How you gon act like its nothin'
How you gon

[Verse 1: Bizzy Cook]
Good luck, good luck yeah that't what they told me
And Ima need a crib that got rooms for the whole team
Tell them hoes ain't shit new but the old me
And Ima tell em all good luck like they told me
Book 40 days, tour bus say next stop NCA
Look thru my phone, tryna find me a dame
I could call up and see when I get to LA
Alice from LA, Drea from LA
Lydia with Jan's fine friend from The Bay
Tiff from the big upper lip from The Bay
And I would call Denise but she went MIA
I just hope these bitches still around
When I blow up, get that dough up
I just hope 2 girls are still down
While she was busy hangin' out in A-town
She missed on a nigga that woulda stayed down
Now she finally starting to realize she got regret in her eyes
And you could see it all in her face now
Bitch ho niggas, I get it
Now these fine bitches want tickets
But listen Seattle, there's whole lot to see
So you and your girls could just walk in with me
Come ride right quick, these are the niggas that I signed up with
This is the team that I try out with
So I strongly suggest you don't try no shit

[Hook: Michael Francis]
How you gon act when this paper comin'
She still in the crib and we just finished fuckin'
All my homies say these bitches can't be trusted
How you gon act like its nothin'
How you gon
How the fuck you gon act when I got my paper long like this
How the fuck you gon act when I got these bitches on my dick
How the fuck you gon act, I just hope you're not surprised
That candy paint drop thang he's in gettin' head on 95

[Verse 2: Bizzy Crook]
How you gon act when I pull up in that fuckin' Maybach
Is you still gon front, is you still gon front
Can a nigga still hit it from the back
Can I still come thru at like 6 when your roommate dip
And you ain't got class til 8
And I just left the studio to come straight back to you
And we fuck to the music I make
I just hope these girls are still down
When that tour stop and check drop
I'm comin' straight to your town
I feel like every time that I'm on the road
I always let the right ones go
I kept a lot of hoes who ain't right, I know
No hard feelings, its just right they know
Ya boy done got on, my new bitch got old
My pockets on swole, my chain is so heavy
We took a shot but then they got blurry
Lets try it again and I just wasn't ready
I mean I know I fucked up
But you act like you don't know me no more
Cuz we ended in the summer
I unblock her number next year when I come off tour

[Verse 3: Michael Francis]
Said you'd never change, well I doubt it right now
Way you lookin' at me so strange right now
We walk out, 3 women on the plane right now
Flyin' cuz they wanna run a train right now, on me baby

[Hook: Michael Francis]
So how you gon act when this paper comin'
She still in the crib and we just finished fuckin'
All my homies say these bitches can't be trusted
How you gon act like its nothin'
How you gon
How the fuck you gon act when I got my paper long like this
How the fuck you gon act when I got these bitches on my dick
How the fuck you gon act, I just hope you're not surprised
That candy paint drop thang he's in gettin' head on 95
How the fuck you gon act when I got my paper long like this
How the fuck you gon act when I got these bitches on my dick
How the fuck you gon act, I just hope you're not surprised
That candy paint drop thang he's in gettin' head on 95