Criss Lyric - Hunnits [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: CRSLYRC]

I heard you looking for something new
Whatchu need? I got connections
See I fuck w/ them hungry niggas who focus on progression
Gave a dose of dick to her now she be calling me perfection
She ain't get the full hundred yet but to her the half's a blessing
I Keep bitches in pocket but separated from my debit
Learned some things from the best of the best
Let's keep that off the record
Soap and water for wishy washy bitches we rag and tag em
We don't fuck with these tramp hoes
We make them walk the plank, Adios!
Whatchu mean? Fuck you thought this was?
I'm on that brown. I'm on that green; beef and broccoli buzz
This shit is natural
Niggas really think I'm out here flexing
I'm relaxing, magnet hands attracting all these Franklins

[Hook: CRSLYRC]

Hunnits! Hunnits! on the way!
Thumbing! thumbing! money made!
Stack it! rack it! rubber band!
Act like you don't understand!
Hunnits! Hunnits! on the way!
Thumbing! thumbing! money made!
Smoking gas out the tank!
Got these hoes giving thanks!

[Verse 2: CRSLYRC]

Going dummy out in Soho smelling like a pound
Swiping visas time to get my flee up
If she wanna live the life then she gotta bring the squad
We ain't fucking with no flops neither
You better take another shot and buss it open on that sofa
Show me how they do it where you from
Busting nuts spending cash, I don't know a better feeling
Red lining on the dash whoa, whoa whoa

[Hook]

[Bridge: CRSLYRC]

Think I won't flex? Think I won't eat? Think I won't cash out?
Fuck you mean nigga?
Think she don't wanna see what it means to be Tribed out?
Fuck you mean nigga?
Say, you should know this dawg
Stack till you can't fold that dawg
Make that and blow that dawg
You feel me?
Uh, my niggas gone do that dawg
I'm sure you knew that dawg
Peep how we move that dawg
You feel me? Aye
All I see is

[Hook]

[Outro: Al- Fatir]

Fuck ya'll niggas know about this mother fucking Tribe shit nigga?
Fuck ya'll know about this Rawdawg shit nigga?
Rise of the Tribe
Oooh, oooh, oooh
Get your mother fucking money nigga
Get your bread nigga
Get your knowledge up nigga
We coming for all that, word

[Sample]

Marilyn Monroe ain't got no rock'n roll
Ain't got the means to make a scene
Everybody pees on Paris, watch me now