Travis Porter - Make Me Sick [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Broke niggas make me sick (Throw up)
Broke bitches talk to much (Traaaavvvvviee)

[Chorus]
Y'all fuck niggas make me sick in the club y'all think y'all stunting These hoes on my dick tryna get a little check, bitch you a'int about nothing
Wake up in the morning, go for the day go get this money
Feel some type of way when a broke nigga round me kinda feel funny (Whhyy)
Broke niggas make me sick (Throw up)
Broke niggas make me sick (Throw up) x7

[Verse 1: Ali]
Hold up I'm back on, exclusive fashion
This little Italian, I'm fucking up her back bone
Don't speak her language so I order me Rosetta Stone
You know the pimping strong, you know the mack strong
Stay with a mixed bitch, ain't on no shrimp shit
Little shawty say she want a nigga with some benefits
Well that's me, go by the name of Ali
But some hoes call me Lakeem, and I'm slick under 6 feet
So that means I'm 5'8", and yes you know the sex great
I can take you to my place, and fix you a dinner plate
My nigga do real estate so I got cribs across the States
Baby if you tryna stay then move them panties out the way (Goooone)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Quez]
She said broke niggas make her nauseous
Better watch your back cause you're still in the club, shawty getting cautious (Cause nigga you broke)
And in my pocket i keep cheddar cheese
And on my Shrimp Alfredo I'ma need some extra cheese
Don't get in my car and if you do don't scratch my leather please (Oh no)
And I'm kinda low so first can you turn up my levels please (Now I'm to turnt up)
Now who let all these girls in
And if these girls in here they better not be your girlfriends
And if it is then I guess gonna be some drama, my bank account got commas (Commas)
And I'm thinking about buying a McDonald's (Ha ha ha)
Boy you crazy, but you getting paid now all these ladies want your baby
Broke niggas make me sick uuhhh

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Strap] OK I know how to ball, what do you know how to do?
You niggas too small, stomp you like them kappa dudes
M.O.N.E.Y. That's what all the bitches say
And I can't even lie, I'm feeling like a trick today
About to throw a tip away, this what all the strippers say
Baby I got two jobs, I do this and real estate
You know she get super cake, broke niggas make her sick (Throw up throw up throw up)
Cause broke niggas ain't bout shit like, how you in the club twenty niggas and one bottle
I'm higher than a kite in a whip with all these models
Money, respect, and power, dollars and dollars and dollars and more dollars

[Chorus]