Ces Cru - Fuck Me On The Dough [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Ubiquitous]
I want my motherfucking money, service is rendered
Fuck a check, return it to sender
Give me mine in legal tender
Mister manager, the venue was filled to capacity
Check the door box, count my percentage and get that to me

Fuck me, fuck me on the dough and we in all black with millies
Ball caps and billies, it’s all raps, but really
Fuck me, fuck me on the dough and we in all black with millies
Ball caps and billies, it’s all raps, but really

[Verse 1: Godemis]
Ok, I’m trying to put a safe in the ground
Guess I got a whole to dig but first I got to buy that shovel
Look it, we trying to leave a mark on the game
Guess we’ve got an album to press
And then we got to make that bubble
Okay, the hour thirteen and I love my friends
But understand, y’all, love don’t spin
They wanna get in, they wanna get it in
Fucking for scene, they blow their duckets on a bucket of gin
Then wanna act fucked up, when it costs a couple bucks to get in
I ain’t got nothing to lend, you got that cup to your chin
I’m hoping you’re tippin', know it’s the only motive for rippin'
This constant energy is worth every penny and the price of admission
I’m like on a mission, like in a pocket
You gotta pay the profit to witness to how he rock it
It’s like he’s in a rocket, his writing is like the rockets
Hard and you got to chop it to profit

[Hook: Ubiquitous]

[Verse 2: Ubiquitous]
Ya'll act silly, well hush, puppy I'm a pro
See I already know we can’t be trusted on the low
Could feel it in my bones when he stuck me on the show
That’s why every time I call him he duck me on the phone
And what we ought to know, they keep me in the dark about
Knew the game was shady when I started out
Mama told me "baby just be smart about your biz’
Don’t forget about your kid while you’re carving out your niche"
Funny part about it is the industry’s offended
When a major labels dusted by a fucking independent
Strange music, dude, fuck if you believing in it
Don’t know what I have to do or what it took for me to get it
No matter what they believe, when they look
They see an image not the person underneath
They mistook me for a gimmick, they push me to my limits
They coming out their faces, these motherfuckers
Run their mouths, I’m running out of patience
Now come about your pockets, I’m coming out the basement
I bet you don’t know nothing about no hundred dollar payments
I’m slaving over grills, determined as ever
Cooking the books and in the same time burning my cheddar

[Hook: Godemis]

[Verse 3: Godemis]
I’m at the CoinStar, counting this cheddar, we better stretch
In the company of more wealthy people I never met
Fuck a check, return it to sender, we getting more slaps
Red headed bitches for mommy and daddy Warbucks

[Verse 4: Ubiquitous]
Fuck me over for money may be consider that I’m
Cooking up a meal for you, buddy, pay me for dinner
Plus the baby sitter don’t work free, she needing chips
Everybody put their palm on my face for a piece of this, I’m saying

[Verse 5: Godemis]
The game can eat a dick, we need that bread
Committing suicide if'n they put a price on my head
I want every last cent, I gotta have it like right now
Before the KCP&L is cutting my lights out

[Verse 6: Ubiquitous]
Missouri Gas come to put me out in the cold
So I need something I can see, touch, count and then hold
Homie, matter don't money, no doubt I’ve been told
But how they fucked me's gone out of control!

[Hook: Godemis]