Rockie Fresh - What Ya Used To [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Rockie Fresh]
A youngin got the car with the crib
Really get it how I live like this ain't what you used to
Somebody finna open up the door
Got the Louis on the floor like this ain't what you used to
And shorty says she wanna take a trip
Got a pool take a dip like this ain't what you used to
Nah, this ain't what you used to
Nah, this ain't what you used to

[Verse 1: Rockie Fresh]
Rockie ball without those gems
Magic gets made when the lights get dim
And shorty ass fat but her waist real slim
Might get a Evo or a X5M
Roll with the winners where the winters ain't cold
We chasing the heat while we traveling the globe
Waking up to breakfast, got the Gucci on the robe
And the diamonds in the bezel like they cutting on the store
What you wanna do, you and your crew, you're coming through
Come spend the night, you living right, might change your life
Money ain't a thing, I could clearly pay the price
And nah the real legends do the same thing twice
Got a DC ' bitch that loves to use the word sice
And every time I hit it then she wearing nigga ice
She said that we bad but I ain't taking her advice
I'mma keep rolling up and I'mma keep pouring up

[Hook: Rockie Fresh]

[Verse 2: Rockie Fresh]
If I tell you that I got it then don't even doubt it
Talk about a comma cause the youngin been about it
Could tell you 'bout the hustle cause I always been right at it
Into every situation tried to get some ends up out it
At 17 my bitch was 35, I had a vet
It's how I'm living and that boy ain't even made it yet
They ask me how much would I put up on the placing bets
I would bet everything, I knew I'll always be a king
Shorty fell in love, it was just a fling
She be in the lab, she don't even sing
Home girl hating on her, she might intervene
Back of my mind I'm just hoping that they do the team
Young niggas winning on this side
Showing love but we don’t ever dick ride

[Hook: Rockie Fresh]

[Verse 3: Hit-Boy]
I say these hating ass niggas can't ruffle my feathers
Or touch on my leathers
Success is my mental, looking at all my endeavors
She poppin' it steady, I swear that I'm ready
To lock it down, give her life like she Martin and Eddy
They yelling young and the realest cause I shout cold games
Tsunami all on these bitches, you niggas just make it rain
I'm taking trips to Japan, everything's stitched by the hand
My whole team on fire, nigga, NBA jam
Screaming HS87, HS87
Me and my youngins about that fetty, all about that fetty
Guap, lean or cheddar out the deli, get in line
We the shit, boy, come and lead a life with young Rockie and Hit-Boy, bitch

[Hook: Rockie Fresh] x2