Slim Thug - Loving U [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Z-Ro]
Loving you is cool
But getting money is the only thing that’s on my mind
I don’t know what to do but hustle
I’d be living on the street if I’m not on my grind
I’m doing the best I can, I need you to understand
To be on my side
It’s a hell of sacrifice, I’m chasing this cash for life
It’s a long, long ride

[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
It’s a long ride, a lot of lonely nights
Might be a lot of fuck-ups, for I finally get it right
Shit, I hope I’m worth it, cause shit, you ain’t perfect
All them Gucci and Louis purses, I hope you deserve this
Stay down, only weak bitches lay down
We can’t afford to just walk away from this pay now
I’m shipping shit through greyhound taking that kind of chance
Could be locked up, but you rocked up living in many mansions
Hog life, gotta get it if it’s good
Niggas who get lazy end up back in the hood
If I lost it all, I probably lose you
So if it’s paper on the table, I can't choose you

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Z-Ro]
Uh, if my pockets on flat, I can’t enjoy you, baby
Doing anything without money to me, is just annoying, baby
I know you love looking at satellite TV
Them other niggas shit off, you’ll have to look at a DVD
Bitch I ain’t trying to hold your hand and take a walk in the park
I'd rather get my hustle on, so we don’t have to talk in the dark
And fuck the repo, I ain’t give up my Bentley like that
I’ll be god damned if I let the recession pin me like that
If I go to jail it's bail money
It’s your red bottom, it’s Channel money
Plus the mortgage, fuck motel money
You smell good, but I'd rather smell money
I-10 is a football field, and I swear I'm a running back
So sit the fuck down and wait for me to come back with that money bag

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Z-Ro and Slim Thug]
Uh, I don’t wanna be just news, baby
I wanna be the hot topic
Eat lobster every day of my life, what the hell is a hot pocket?
Catch your case it's all good, I hide your kid, shape up, now they got to drop it
Come home, keep fucking you until you say
“Z-Ro, you got to stop it!”
When I’m done I’m back, I’m back, right back on my grind
Like YC I got racks on racks on racks right back on my mind
You’re living lavish, you love that shit
Cause you was broke before, you rode that dick
So I hope you learned how to love that brick
Cause without that bitch we wouldn’t be shit
Shit, without these licks, you wouldn’t be shit, no red bottoms
Bragging to your friend about how you got them
Different pair every time they spot them
Taking trips, first class flights
It’s getting hard, but I love my life
I’mma make sure my money right
Grind all day and I grind all night
Like drive around in foreigns and vacate when it’s boring
Touring the town like I’m a tourist, sipping on drink 'til you see me snoring
I sleep good, since I’m out the hood
I eat good in these streets (streets)
So I’m gonna get this paper, I’ll be back next week, Bye!