Quality Control, City Girls & Saweetie - Come On [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Quavo]
DJ Durel

[Chorus: JT]
Girl, come on (Come on)
It's time to get it, girl, they playin' our song (This my jam)
Let's make 'em spend it on us all night long (The ballers out)
It's time to get it (Let's get it)
Work that, twerk back 'til you got a hurt back
Make 'em wanna flirt back, lift it up and murk that

[Verse 1: Saweetie]
Fuck a six figure nigga, shit, he need to have eight
Call it Christmas on my wrist 'cause he love to decorate
Was down some diamonds on my bezel, now I got a different face
And they heard my shit sweet, now these niggas want a taste
I like lead niggas, street niggas (Street), spend on shopping spree niggas (Spend it)
Low-key, don't be in the scene, nigga
Clean, nigga, mean, nigga (What you mean?)
Type I need nigga (Uh-huh)
Ain't fuckin' with these hoes (Disease free, nigga)
Booked and busy, I'ma hit you mañana
I'm a boss ass bitch, call me Big Mama (Bitch)
The chain be Chanel, the panties pink Prada (Woo)
If that nigga don't pay then he ain't about nada

[Chorus: JT & Saweetie]
Girl, come on (Icy, Come on)
It's time to get it, girl, they playin' our song (This my jam)
Let's make 'em spend it on us all night long (The ballers out)
It's time to get it (let's get it)
Work that, twerk back 'til you got a hurt back
Make 'em wanna flirt back, lift it up and murk that

[Verse 2: JT]
I got that come back, nigga, this that rerun (Rerun)
Make a nigga cut a check, tax refund (Refund)
Where the boss niggas at? I don't see none (Nah)
Make it rain in this bitch, I wanna see ones (Period)
Too bad for a broke nigga, where the dope dealers?
Straight out the bando to the fuckin' pros, nigga (Where he at?)
Where you at? It's a draft (Yeah)
Is you a first round pick or you last? (Where the ballers at?)
Where my college bitches with a fat ass? (Where they at though?)
So fly, give a nigga jet-lag
You wanna murk that, twerk that 'til I got a hurt back
Broke nigga, back back, I'ma have to curve that (Boy)

[Chorus: JT]
Girl, come on (Come on)
It's time to get it, girl, they playin' our song (This my jam)
Let's make 'em spend it on us all night long (The ballers out)
It's time to get it (let's get it)
Work that, twerk back 'til you got a hurt back
Make 'em wanna flirt back, lift it up and murk that

[Verse 3: Yung Miami]
If you love me, then tip right (Tip right)
'Cause we shouldn't leave after giving you a peek, it keeps the tip tight
Thanks for the invite (Yeah)
I know my IG pictures make me seem mean, but a bitch nice (Nice)
I like my mignon filet
I like my man grown, let me put it on your face
He want me in his Wraith and want me in his place (Facts)
By next week I can have the key to his gate (Easy)
Name in his will before he even see me naked
I become a bill, you can't get him to pay one (Bitch)
Pussy got him shittin' on his day ones
I don't even gotta say much (Period)

[Chorus: JT]
Girl, come on (Come on)
It's time to get it, girl, they playin' our song (This my jam)
Let's make 'em spend it on us all night long (The ballers out)
It's time to get it (let's get it)
Work that, twerk back 'til you got a hurt back
Make 'em wanna flirt back, lift it up and murk that