TY$ - Dough [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Get yo' muthafuckin' mind right
Get yo' muthafuckin' mind right
Get yo' muthafuckin' mind right
Free the BG, yeah, it's all on me
Get yo' muthafuckin' mind right

[Hook x3]
Bitches and niggas both know
Before you step to the kid, you better head that dough

[Verse 1]
Yo, look, and that shit just too real
That's why I'm out there chasin' mills
Do ya thang whether you smoke or pop pills
Chill, show em hoes who's really real
I'm a murderer and these beats I kill
Man, whazam, I'm goin' hard in these bitch
Do my raps while you applaud in this bitch
And that money, oh, man, I gotta get it
If I feel this a set-up then I ain't fuckin' with it
My hustle come before these hoes, you already know
Don't to the kid if you ain't got that dough
If I fuck with you hard, you get it for the low
Ready to blow, my clique, we ain't never see these hoes
Couple racks fo' sure, designer shit on my clothes
And the calls we pushin', we never afford blows
On dangerous grounds, but they can offer a hand
Ready to bake a blast, with someone cleanin' up now

[Hook x3]


[Verse 2]
Got these hoes in line, that's tough niggas [?]
Crib [?], crept on, I ain't lying
Rapping and getting money at the same time
You out your damn mind if you think it's all good
For you to knock my hustle and nigga I wish you would
Get your ass spanked like a child in the hood
Let's get it understood
If your bitch throw it at me Imma hit it good
Nigga want the money and the power, fifteen every hour
Used to show love until somebody played him sour
Whole clique, some ridaz watching 'em outsiders
Life ain't nothing but bitches and impalas
My homie taught me that, [?] just a rap
Trappin' in the studio, how you trappin' a trap
Real recognize real, fake niggas get killed
Playing my position, nigga I'm bound to keep it trill