Sanfizzy - Billfold [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Imma tell you 'bout me
Hard to tell I'm in the cartel, keep ya mouth creased (shhh)
Shoot bars well like hard shells in the Southeast
Let the leaves bark still, smoking loud trees
Yeah do anything to get my trill sold
I'm dubious to bitches, blew me kisses from the till stroll
That's farmer talk for chill hoes, don't let em touch my skrill rolls
And he kept it in his billfold
Kept it in his billfold (x8)

He ain't the type to give no pennies, why?
*I'm not gon' give up this m-o-n-e-y!*
Got enough mean green to keep the mind stoned
*It all paid off, keeping my nose to the grindstone*
No time to bone, just fucking telling friends what's new
Saying "man, what do?" and telling them "fuck you"
Move all the way to Timbuktu to see who could rap better
Now how bout you make your move? *That's clever!*
Kept it in his billfold (x8)

So now we in the desert and our luck's shat
I sussed that, now pops where the fuck's the map? *I don't know!*
Swimming through his pocket and wallet, eyes like a muskrat
Got his finger in a hole from where he used to bust caps
He tryna patch it up, I'm tryna match it up
Desert sun actin' up, I could turn to wax and such
Thought I caught a break when he found the map filled with mold
But it where he kept his billfold
Kept it in his billfold (x8)