Editor Chat - Tub Full of Money (Maboo Diss) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
(Cash register sounds)

[Verse 1: Onion Chip]
Sup big homie, I’ve heard you like beef?
Raping the legacy of a legend for your website steez
Fucking with a gunna with more mills than Meek
With more flows than the Barrier Reef
You might have more Rap points than me
But you ain’t got the skills to eat a nigg... erh, write explanations like me
I was about to slip, but if I slip, then Im slipping
But if I can reject your shit, then you know im editin’
Young Onion with funk and layers
Lay your ho on a madress and spray her
Shower her with Reeboks and Crayons
Afterwards we’ll repeat the seance
Mahbods hoes got me on they arm
Cold as winter, but EC stays warm
Hot you might say, we got the game play for play
Erryday fienin’ for that RG ho vajayjay (CHIP!)

[Verse 2: Young Cocoa Butter]

Ayo Mahbod, Maboo...WHAT IT DO?!
I heard you pick up your chicks straight from the high school
I thought you knew V-Necks were out just like your chest hair
And you got a chocha where there’s supposed to be a dick...no pair
Yeah Young Cocoa Butter gonna slide through ya chick
Arm and Hammer these hoes with this big ass dick
But I was gettin hoes before my words changed colors
And if you dont believe me then you can ask your baby mother
This that tub full of money flow
This that, this that fuck em never love them hoes
Editor Chat coming straight for that neck
Getting my dick sucked while I count these checks
BUTTER!

[Verse 3: M’Balls]
Maboo is all delusional, and he stay trippy
M’Balls is real dirty, so don’t come play with me
Better believe I’ve come to release a load of disses
‘Cause you keep catching feelings like broads & bitches
I could stab you with them popsicle sticks, maybe I should
But it ain’t gon work, ‘cause you probably like getting wood
But if you keep a Glock by the cock, you the meanest
Most likely you’d get shot in the penis
‘Cause like Cheddar Bob you’re no genius
So it’s funny how you a run a site with that name
This is Editor Chat, homeboy, and we ain’t playin’