Gucci Mane - Trap Money [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I got trap money dawg
Real talk, real spit like
I ain't even gotta rap
I'm good nigga
I make hits nigga
Now da word on da street I work for a mil od da low nigga
Shawty Lo in this mutha fucka wit me nigga,westside to zone 6 nigga
Dats wats happenin nigga

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Ey mane you wanna rock gucci then that means you wanna die
Soon as you shop wit Shawty Lo, tell me what you wanna buy
I'm a rapper, slash trapper, and my lyrics so fye
Every time tha drop come, throw my prices so high

Give some work to my dawg, told em take it round thurr
Soon as you get dat cake, bring it right back here
I got trap money baby, I sell cris, not beers
I got trap money baby, you can check my ears

Half a mil for a deal homie why you sign that?
Where I had to cop that gola, they will neva find that
Mix the yay with the soda, it come back to good use
Wife beater on shawty, just to show my tattos

I'm a zone 6 rapper, cash mil thats flat
I ain't talkin to you nigga, less u want a tic-tac
Give some work to my dawg, he gone bring dat money back
If i front a 100 pounds, he gone bring a 100 stacks

[Chorus:]
I got trap money [x3]
20 for a show, but it's really rap money
20 for a hole, and it's really trap money
[x1]

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I'm ridin biggo, we be talkin real illego
I be like 500 taco homes, 75 burritos
When I talk to my rocksta, be like where da bubaglot?
Twenty thousand pounds, we might bring dat to my trap spot

A Chinese plug wit dem pills, no lie
Every time I shop wit him he like hurry up and buy
Gotta rush wit my shoppin cause I really don't curr
Got a work and a deal, shawty under control

Got a couple niggas buyin and he want a big part
Hustle our melakim, melakim hustle us
Got a groupie nigga buyin and he really can't walk
And anotha nigga buyin and he really can't talk

You might think that shit funny but I'm not a comedian
Wanna-be trappers seem to lack da ingredients
Gucci Mane and Shawty Lo, we pushin weight nigga
I got trap money nigga, I'm a heavy cake nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Shawty Lo]
I'm at da base, and Gucci at da trp house
I'm in da kitchen and dat shit smellin real loud
And I ain't use nothin but a lil soda
A lil water and it jumped back ova

30 minutes, thirty grand
I'll bake dem cakes, I'm da baker's man
I'll sell more shoes than baker's man
I'll blow hundreds of grand and baker's man
I got trap money, I got rap money
And I don't rap, I connects da spits
Do what I want, talk, blow on these
Da blow taught me so I'ma teach da streets