Loaded Lux - Bout My Money [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
I'm all about my money
You know it
I'm all about my money

[Verse 1]
Gotta make it, communities dressed & gated
Get investigated
We just engaging for jets to Vegas
Headed to the bank
Either checking and savings
Just when you thought my success was getting famous, bitch
I'm all about my money
Just think all of this gold started as goals
On the road caught in the cold to put something hot on the stove
Warm up the load
Load'll put something on em on low
My DNA lead the way to the bank that harvest the clones
Hard to be chose in a world that's judgmental
No love, went through the options, was scarce: some menu
But some men do what they gotta, watch him gon' fuck with you
The sign of the dollar: that one symbol makes trust simple
Life is a bitch, and the average brother don't love her
I told sisters- either baby mama or married mother
I carry the wonders and the attitude of a hustler
I let you relish in thoughts 'til you catch up to what I muster
You must a been somewhere other than this country's just a come-up
The world is covered in colors but everyone loves the green
Young teen on the drug scene that run things
I touch your soul until I leave prints
What's up, King!

[Hook]
I'm heading to bank so you know I'm feeling fine
Get your own paper, don't worry 'bout mine
If you see me on the block then that mean I'm on my grind
The only sign I'm throwing up, niggas, dollar signs
'cos I'm all about my money
Yeah, and I don't care what you haters gotta say
I'm 'bout my money
And I don't care what you bitches gotta say
I'm 'bout my money

[Interlude: Smack White]
It's not about the big names no more because a lot of the big names that
Actually perform on the stage ain't delivering the quality battles and the
Quality, you know, performance that we looking for. You got dudes that's choke in the first round. They looking at this like is this the pay date?

[Verse 2]
Another classic for under-class men and lowered passion
What I produce in the booth when in front of glass, ain't no Underpasses to run it past us
Someone's asking about Summer Madness
I told em these questions you Come at Smack with
Smack him and ask him "why wouldn't the fuck would he double backwards?"
Lux is a master how can a hollow fill in the gap when
Punch him, attacking rappers before Puffy was in the rafters
Busta gon' feel the rapture. The glass splash off the chapters
Imagine me 'round them clothes racks
I'm the reason battle rap niggas can close racks. Where the cold at?
You know I love the art
But will the art love me back and who I got in my heart
A father got to do his part
Been true from the start
But soldier I told em I'm gon' march
It was him, Chico and Beasley came to see me, That was March
First one off the strength just to show him the strength
Wow, you want a mile off an inch

[Hook]