Fi'yah - Sex Faces [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Yea, uh huh
Sex faces, sex faces, sex faces yeah (D.O.P.E)
You must be used to the finer things
(Don't do it)
Yea, Fi'yah
[Verse 1]
She caught in an illusion, from picking and choosing
Thought she had it all, didn't know she was losing
Just sucking and fucking, asking for hundreds
They say rags to riches but instead it's sponges
She absorb all the dirt to get the shiny accessories
Showing off like gallery, draining niggas salaries
Talking all sweet but she an early cavity
Can't see she rotten, beauty blinding niggas reality
The nigga that she fucking, ain't giving no weeding ring
You know the type of nigga who ain't thinking about settling
Just exchanging fuck faces, fulfilling temptation
If she fuck him good he might pay her education
Gold digger status, living lavish, Louie, Gucci fabrics think she all established
With expensive habits and runway fashion
Everybody wanna ride, she the finest attraction
Lacking empathy, preoccupied with fantasies
Killing bank account never leaving apologies
She ran away from home didn't like her reality
Dropped out college, had a trifling mentality
You going back to school? She laughing hysterically
Why do that when I got a nigga that take care of me
She crazy always got her hand out for something
Gold digging acting like she deserve something

[Hook]
You must be used to all the finer Things
Infatuated bout with what money brings
It's seems to me you hoes will never change
So all that's left is for us to exchange

[Verse 2-Lil Arthur]
Ain't it ironic how she used to skip first class?
Now all she ever wanna do is sit in first class
With a baller, popping bottles and them expensive tags
Tryna make a killing off of looks, body bags
So she can get that new Gucci bag or that Louie bag
Ridin' round town in her newest jag
Cell phone contacts looking like an American flag
Star after star but lil' momma ain't tryna brag
Just don't wanna fuck with a nigga, Similar to her dad
That's a dead beat that will skip in a heartbeat
And she the type of chick that like to tell a nigga to go deep
In them pockets and wallets cuz she ain't cheap
See momma had to struggle and hustle
Hustle and struggle, so she listened and learned and made a promise to do better
So how could you blame her, how could I blame her
So next time u see me don't you act like a stranger
See I'm far from a rich nigga
No seven figures but she still give up them seven figure
Talking bout if her sponsor find out he through with ya
And Telling me how the famous niggas the lamest niggas
I just roll up and laugh with ya
Wasting time like it came inside a cup or something
Before you know it you throwing up money like you sick or something

[Hook]