Nicki Minaj - Ease Up [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
Where my niggas that getting they G’s up (G’s up)
In the back when you rolling your trees up (trees up)
Where my niggas that getting they freeze up
And getting they tease up, just tell em to ease up (ease up)

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
I don’t know what they take me for and -
I don’t know what they hate me for, I get cake -
Fo-sho,and I don’t know, how to take it slow
I’m the type to get right, stay in the limelight
These broke niggas always reading up
Niggas see me in the beam, and they speeding up
I’m like "Duke holler at me!" When your G’s are up
Oh, that’s the Kanye piece? Throw your Jesus up
When I say I’m bout my gwop, I don’t me a-molie
It’s like I’m being watched, I don’t mean a rollie
I’m half past seven-zero (7'o) clock, all by my lonely
Spits got the dessie on cock, and wanna bone me (Blocka)
Bitches getting mad, cause they know they can’t stop her
Nick-name should be TV, the way they watch her
Run with a shotter, (Shot her!)
Gotta be at least six feet, to break me off (Proper!)

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
I don’t know what they take me for and -
I don’t know what they hate me for, I get cake -
Fo-sho,and I don’t know, how to take it slow
I’m the type to get right, stay in the limelight
I’m at the bar getting Rémy on rocks
I’m coming for these rap bitches if they ready or not (yeah)
You know the girl, I already was hot
You tell 'em fuck a new bitch, I want a veteran spot
Look, it’s Nicki M. in the place, so stay back
I stay around the white, like I’m Pat Sajak
Plus I had my A game up since 8-track
I’m Diddy with the flow, “Take that, take that”
My flow say (cha-ching) and my pockets say (Cheese!)
I ain’t got a bag but my wrist say freeze
Dick em, trick em, I know how to pick em
Ber-ber-ber-ber-ber- beeeeert! Stick em, ha-ha-ha, stick 'em
(Singing) If you wanna me sweat me, then baby let me -
Tell you, i’m not like them other girls you been with
Cause I know you think I’m sexy, you wanna sex me
Rolling with the fifth, we make hits, we make chips, bitch

[Verse 3: Ru Spits]
I don’t know what you chasing dog
Cause I don’t got patience for (nope, nope)
All these dudes that be hating ya’ll
Cause money we be taking more, getting cake for sure
Only think about making more
Grey Azzure make drag, let it scrape the floor
Don’t get mad when I take your broad
Rock stone, can’t trace the flaw
So in a way, I guess you could say I was made to ball
Act out and the K applaud
Me and Nicki gon’ pave the course
You wanna play the boss, you gon' learn how to take a loss
Of course I’m back, kid still torch the track
Getting paper like Office Max
Branch house with the horse to match
Pink gems, with the cross attached, hit you then I toss the gat
So, G’s up, niggas get your B’s up
Chick act up, tell a ho to ease up
In the back of the club, home roll that weed up
If you wanna jump bad, a beat down’s the out come

[Hook]