Bun B — Countin' Money tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Countin' Money", wykonawca: Bun B.
Tekst piosenki
Money all day, count money all day
Count money all day, count money all, money all
Count money all day, count money all day, count money all
Money all, money all, money all day
Say mane, no matta where I go, no matter what I do If chillin' wit' myself, or ballin' wit' my crew
The skies is lookin' cloudy or Bahama water blue
I got that money on my mind, so tell me what it do And if you be like me, then you already knew it We goin' for the money then we goin' right through it Take it to the table baby, chop it up and screw it
'Cause it ain’t nothin' to it where come from, but to do it
We get it in our hands, and then it go right through the fingas
We standin' on the system in a fresh set of swangas
We pop a couple tags, put some fresh up on the hangas
That everyday struggle and can’t nair nigga change us Believe that I was famous 'fore I ever did a song
Believe I had a poppin' 'fore a label put me on It’s 2010 and I ain’t seein' nothin' wrong
But niggas countin' money all day fuckin' long
Money totin', pistol carrying young nigga thugged out
Very first song I ever dropped was in a drug house
Razor blades, sandwich bags, Louis shoes, stoopid swag
Rubber bands, duffle bags, small bills, trash bags
Apple chain on my neck, you know that cost stoopid cash
Maserati for the wash, that’s that foolish cash
Penitentiary chances, '6's on a muscle car
Bun helped me keep it real and watch it take me far
My money don’t fold, this money here
I ain’t make it for no hoes, I ain’t get this off of shows
Count money all day, count money all night
Trust no one wit' my paper, so I count my paper twice
I been on wit' out my paper, so I sleep wit' it at night
Now I wake up wit' to my paper so I start my day off right
They call me Cocaine Gotti, and it’s money over bitches
Mr. Everything White, he be always in the kitchen
It’s me Gucci
I’m the shit bitch you smell me Ain’t no need to check ya sneakers
Three bricks, plus a split wit' me, then bitch you got a hit
Big money on my leisure, pop bottles wit' top models
Wit' my goons in Puerto Rico, yo' girlfriend I’ma freak her
Believe me I’m a giant, leave it to the lemurs (?)
I only see my paper plus my cojan on the Sanyo
The hottest rapper that you know, people look like Cujo (Gucci)
I get a thousand million ties and sold your guys for uno
So tune into East Atlanta, please don’t change the channel ma Roll the windows down back up In my Phantom show my automa
Hangin' out my partner, naw
Don’t you want this autograph?
Thinkin' that you angry 'cause my neck look like the Mardi Gras
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Pieniądze cały dzień, licz pieniądze cały dzień
Licz pieniądze cały dzień, licz pieniądze wszystko, pieniądze wszystko
Licz pieniądze cały dzień, licz pieniądze cały dzień, licz pieniądze wszystko
Money all, money all, money all day
Say mane, no matta where I go, no matter what I do If chillin' wit' myself, or ballin ' wit ' my crew
Niebo jest pochmurne albo błękitna woda Bahama
I got that money on my mind, so tell me what it do And if you be like me, then you already knew it we goin 'for the money then we goin' right through it Take it to the table baby, chop it up and screw it
'Cause it ain' t nothin ' to it where come from, but to do it
Bierzemy go w ręce, a potem przechodzi przez palce.
We standin ' on the system in a fresh set of swangas
Wybijemy kilka metek, wrzucimy trochę świeżości na hangary.
# That everyday struggle and can 't nair nigga change us # # Believe that I was famous' for I ever did a song #
Believe I had a poppin 'fore a label put me on It' s 2010 and I ain 't seein' nothin ' wrong
Ale czarnuchy liczą kasę cały dzień.
Money totin', pistol carrying young nigga thugged out
Pierwsza piosenka, którą upuściłem, była w narkotykowym domu.
Żyletki, torebki na kanapki, Louis shoes, stoopid swag
Gumki, worki na śmieci, małe Banknoty, worki na śmieci
Łańcuch jabłkowy na mojej szyi, wiesz, że to kosztowało głupią gotówkę
Maserati do prania, to ta głupia gotówka
Penitentiary chances, ' 6 ' na muscle car
Bun pomógł mi to utrzymać i patrzeć, jak zabiera mnie daleko.
My money don ' t fold, this money here
I ain 't make it for no hoes, I ain' t get this off of shows
Licz pieniądze cały dzień, licz pieniądze całą noc
Nie ufaj nikomu w mojej gazecie, więc liczę moją gazetę dwa razy.
I been on wit 'out my paper, so I sleep wit' it at night
Now I wake up wit ' to my paper so I start my day off right
Nazywają mnie "Cocaine Gotti", i to pieniądze ponad dziwkami.
Pan Biały, zawsze w kuchni.
To ja Gucci.
I 'm the shit bitch you smell me ain' t no need to check ya sneakers
Trzy Cegły, plus rozszczepiony dowcip ze mną, a potem suka masz hit
Big money on my leisure, pop bottles wit ' top models
Wit 'my goons in Puerto Rico, yo 'girlfriend I' m freak her
Uwierz mi, jestem olbrzymem, zostaw to lemurom.)
Widzę tylko moją pracę plus mój cojan na Sanyo
The hottest raper that you know, people look like Cujo (Gucci)
Zdobyłem tysiąc milionów krawatów i sprzedałem twoich ludzi dla uno.
So tune into East Atlanta, please don ' t change the channel ma Roll the windows down back up in my Phantom show my automa
"Hangin' out my partner, naw"
Nie chcesz autografu?
Thinkin 'that you angry' cause my neck look like the Mardi Gras