Jet Life - Dirty Money [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Young Roddy]
Hood nigga; for the record, I don't give a fuck, bitch

[Verse 1: Young Roddy]
Trill nigga, all I ever feared was the Feds
And I don't want no pussy if it don't come with no head
That O.G. keep them young boys in a daze
They'll shoot you in your head and leave your ass for dead
They better stay in they lane, they don't wanna collide with me
And free my nigga Lil' D, he cooked them pies for me
Shout out to my brother Buck, he'll ride for me
Got a hood bitch who'll take the stand, she'll lie for me
And they finally 'bout to free my nigga Tubby
He been gone for some Summer shit and I ain't even frontin'
And all he ever wanted was a pocket full of money
And a bitch who got a fat ass who down to match his hustle
Man, this shit get ugly in the gutter
Where killers totin' them choppers
And them niggas sellin' bundles
My homie barely seen his father, he been workin' doubles
And chasin' after them bitches, that's a cold motherfucker
And I'm just tryin' stay safe and stay humble
While cleanin' this dirty money, they can't knock a nigga hustle
I always spoke my mind, I ain't ever wear no muzzle
And even that bitch Katrina couldn't wash away my troubles
But I'm just tryin' ball like the Rucker
Better yet, fuck that, I'm tryin' ball like I'm Russell
A buck fifty soaking wet, still flexin' my muscle
Gettin' paid, my money talkin', that's word to Chris Tucker
I buy a whole pound and let it burn like Usher
Break down a whole brick, bag it up and straight pump it
Let my girl count my money, that's some player shit for ya
I toss a few hundred to my doja, that's my runner
Shorty a true rebel, he'll shoot your ass in public
For the low price or for free, he don't give a fuck 'bout no karma
Ain't ever had no job, he ain't ever had no diploma
Unless you talkin' the block, he made some money on the corner
He had the hood on fire, he a hot boy
And I ain't nothin' like them rappers who be lyin', boy
My nigga Black had a plug on them Glocks, boy
If you a fuck boy, then stay the fuck up off my block, boy
Clockin', boy; had that traffic comin' non-stop, boy
Trappin', boy; even my trap gear was straight fly, boy
Free my dog Hamp, ain't seen him in a long time, boy
Damn, dog, this street shit done made me out a man, dog
Remember gettin' jumped
I held my ground, still ain't ran, dog
Damn dog, gunshot's ringin', another man down
Pimp shit, talk a bitch straight up out her pants
(Pussy niggas don't get no pussy, nigga)
Fly shit, clean nigga, never on that bum shit
She ain't tryin' to fuck then get the fuck up out my truck, bitch

[Hook: Young Roddy]
Hood nigga, for the record, I don't give a fuck, bitch

[Bridge: Young Roddy]
Whole hood, we some hot niggas
My nigga Milly Mill, we some hot niggas
My cousin [?] we some hot niggas
My brother [?] we some hot niggas
My nigga T Stone, we some hot niggas
My nigga Super Stan, we some hot niggas
My cousin Lil' Chris, we some hot niggas
On some 31st shit, we some hot niggas
Fly shit, clean nigga, never on that bum shit
She ain't tryin' to fuck then get the fuck up out my truck, bitch

[Hook: Young Roddy]
Hood nigga, for the record, I don't give a fuck, bitch

[Outro: Young Roddy]
Whole hood, we some hot niggas