BlaQ $now - Gold Bottles [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro-Ca$hma$e]
Hey Tac
Start that bit from the tiznop
Haha
BlaQ $now

[Hook-Ca$hma$e]
I don’t give a fuck, middle fingers up
Yellin’ fuck the world, I ain’t givin’ up
Fake gangstas in ya city, trigger finger stuck
And all these haters got me sick
Throwin’ hundreds up
I don’t give a fuck, middle fingers up
Yellin’ fuck the world, I ain’t givin’ up
Fake gangstas in ya city, trigger finger stuck
And all these haters got me sick
Throwin’ hundreds up

[Verse 1-Ca$hma$e]
I’m on that Gold Bottle, they on that sippy cup
I rock two chains, I ain’t 2 Chainz
She got me shackled up, by two chains
My girl actin’ up, she want me to change
I put her on the track, call that Usain
You could kiss the baby, bitch 2 rings
A G nigga like me need two strings
What the hell you mean? By Ustream?
I want it day and night, like routine
And when she throw it back, I want her to scream
Got Wasabi dick, like two chinks
Oh you want the brain? Girl two things
No ratchet girl, and no you stink
No you stink, no you stink
Yo’ pussy kick a nigga nose like Bruce Lee
Tell her call Breezy back man Deuces

[Hook-Ca$hma$e]
I don’t give a fuck, middle fingers up
Yellin’ fuck the world, I ain’t givin’ up
Fake gangstas in ya city, trigger finger stuck
And all these haters got me sick
Throwin’ hundreds up
I don’t give a fuck, middle fingers up
Yellin’ fuck the world, I ain’t givin’ up
Fake gangstas in ya city, trigger finger stuck
And all these haters got me sick
Throwin’ hundreds up

[Verse 2-Tactic$]
We on that Gold Bottle, you on that sippy cup
Middle finger in the sky I don’t give a fuck
Middle finger in ya girl as she get me up
Yellin’ fuck the world, homie I ain’t givin’ up
Sharks in the water, snakes in the grass
Fake thugs frontin’ claim to make a lot of cash
Put the mic down please like right now
Followin’ them trends, tell me who you gon’ bite now?
This ain’t my beat, but the flow mine
No need to copycat original approach grind
If we talkin’ money, I got a gross mind
I’m known to rock the mic, but shorty you could blow mine
She a dime, I don’t fuck around with any broad
I keep it real I don’t fuck around with any fraud
I’m on that higher up, you on that Mickey D’s
You on that Fruity Loops and I am on that symphony