Puff Daddy & The Family — Blow a Check tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
(We gon' run, we gon' run, we gon' run, we gon' run
Ayo I had to stop talking that money shit
God said the meek and the humble shall inherit the earth
And it’s not that I’m not humble
Ayo, it’s that this is my gift of life
Getting this money, getting this money
Get that money
Get that money, go young nigga, go
I’m just tryna
Run through the money, run
I’m just tryna
Run through the money, run
I’m tryna blow a check
I’m tryna blow a check
Tryna pull up in a foreign
And make them niggas upset
Run through the money, run
I be making love to the money
Only thing that I come for is money
Imma put the gun to the money
Go dumb like how I thumb through the money
You ain’t got enough funds for me This designer pussy nigga
Nigga run through his money
Dressed in all Coco but my purse Versace
Diamonds on my finger
Touching keys like I’m Liberace
Canons on me but this ain’t a camera on me
I ain’t with the bullshit
All my niggas shooting like they Gotti Gotti
Cruiser Deserts in Bugattis out in Head shots all neck, I be playing Hockey
White house, white coupe, but I ain’t a fucking Nazi
I got the, he gone say throw me 12 o’clock gun block on the
We with the shits outside like a Porta Potty
We ride in the coupe the roof vacant on Collins
I’m living proof that you do what you want when you pooping
But you all in my comments, while I’m changing the climate
Ain’t no change in this wallet, Ain’t no flaws in these diamonds
I just ran through the money, Kim.com
Blow a check on em, flex on em, hustle hard
I’m just tryna run through it Heard them niggas makin threats, tell 'em come do it All my niggas with the shits, even in the fist fight
Bet them niggas still goin to bring a gun to it Yeah, I’m just tryna pull up in a 'vette
Hit the block, make 'em upset
I ain’t done yet
Girl, I’m on a cash route
Mo’fuck love, young nigga tryna cash out
I’m on a money mission, bitch
You looking for attention tryna make a nigga kick it So I can blow your back out
I ain’t with the bullshit, I’m tryng to make some money
My niggas got kids and all of them babies hungry
Gotta feed them hittas, they the ones that come and get you
Just in case one of you pussy niggas wanna act funny
I’m just tryna
Run through the money, run
I’m just tryna
Run through the money, run
I’m tryna blow a check
I’m tryna blow a check
Tryna pull up in a foreign
And make them niggas upset
Run through the money, run
Yo, that nigga Puff he back on shit, now here we go If I make forty million, bitch, my year was slow
Money Makin' Mitch, yo, he a cash flipper
Man, just tell the Forbes to use my last picture
I grab the baddest bitches out the group
Let 'em ride, drop the roof
Pop that pussy out the coupe
Blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot
I never sleep, that’s why i got way more than you got
Vegas Strip, it’s a bet, take this shit on a jet
Bad Boy never fake or switch on the set
Haters kiss the baguettes in the ring
I’m the king, king of talking shit
Maybe piss through a check
Got that cash bag when you see him
Money Mitch, hashtag, three M’s
Nigga, money makin' Mitch
I’m just tryna
Run through the money, run
I’m just tryna
Run through the money, run
I’m tryna blow a check
I’m tryna blow a check
Tryna pull up in a foreign
And make them niggas upset
Run through the money, run
Run through the money, run
Run through the money, run
Runnin' through the paper like Scott Storch
Runnin' through the paper like I’m Allen I I got that dirty money, Puff got the Forbes
That coupe 300 like Kevin Lyles
Black rose generals when I hit the court
My niggas ballin' like Fab Five final four
At the last supper tryna eat a fiest
My last two bitches 100 mill a piece
Blow a bag, your body dissapear waist down
I dab all them bitches; D. Brown
You know that paper longer than chain smokin'
I’m running through the paper like Usain Bolt
I’m running through the paper way before the deal
Way before puff gave me all the mills
I’m just tryna
Tun through the money, run
I’m just tryna
Tun through the money, run
I’m tryna blow a check
I’m tryna blow a check
Tryna pull up in a foreign
And make them niggas upset
Run through the money, run
Run through the money, run
Run through the money, run
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
(We gon' run, we gon 'run, we gon' run, we gon ' run
Ayo, musiałem przestać gadać o pieniądzach.
Bóg powiedział, że pokorni i pokorni odziedziczą ziemię
I nie chodzi o to, że nie jestem skromny
Ayo, to jest mój dar życia.
Getting this money, getting this money
Get that money
Get that money, go young nigga, go
Jestem tylko tryna.
Run through the money, run
Jestem tylko tryna.
Run through the money, run
/ Align = "left" /
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Tryna wyciąga się w obcym
And make them niggas zdenerwowany
Run through the money, run
I be making love to the money
Jedyne, po co przychodzę, to pieniądze.
Imma przyłożył broń do pieniędzy.
"Go dumb like how I think through the money"
You ain ' t got enough funds for me This designer pussy nigga
Nigga run through his money
Dressed in all Coco but my portmonetka Versace
Diamonds on my finger
Dotykając klawiszy jakbym był Liberace
Canons on me but this ain ' t a camera on me
I ain ' t with the bullshit
All my niggas shooting like they Gotti Gotti
Cruiser Deserts in Bugattis out in Head shots all neck, I be playing Hockey
Biały Dom, białe coupe, ale nie jestem jebanym nazistą.
I got the, he gone say throw me 12 o ' Clock gun block on the
My z sracz Na zewnątrz jak Porta nocnik
We ride in the coupe the roof vacant on Collins
Jestem żywym dowodem na to, że robisz, co chcesz, kiedy robisz kupę.
Ale wy wszyscy w moich komentarzach, podczas gdy ja zmieniam klimat
Ain 't no change in this wallet, ain' t no flaws in these diamonds
Właśnie przejrzałem pieniądze. Kim.com
Blow a check on em, flex on em, hustle hard
I 'm just tryna run through it Heard them niggas makin throgs, tell' em come do it All my niggas with the shits, even in the fist fight
Bet them niggas still going to bring a gun to it Yeah, I 'm just tryna pull up in A' vette
Hit the block, make ' em zdenerwowany
Jeszcze nie skończyłem.
Girl, I ' m on a cash route
Mo ' fuck love, young nigga tryna cash out
Jestem na misji pieniędzy, suko.
Ty szukasz uwagi tryna make a nigga kick it So I can blow your back out
Nie siedzę w tym gównie, próbuję zarobić trochę pieniędzy.
My niggas got kids and all of them babies hungry
Gotta feed them hittas, they the one that come and get you
Na wypadek, gdyby jeden z was, cipki czarnuchy, chciał się zabawić.
Jestem tylko tryna.
Run through the money, run
Jestem tylko tryna.
Run through the money, run
/ Align = "left" /
/ Align = "left" /
Tryna wyciąga się w obcym
And make them niggas zdenerwowany
Run through the money, run
Yo, that nigga Puff he back on shit, now here we go If I make 40 millions, bitch, my year was slow
Money Makin ' Mitch, yo, he a cash flipper
Powiedz Forbesowi, żeby użyli mojego ostatniego zdjęcia.
I grab the baddest bitches out the group
Let ' em ride, drop the roof
Pop that pussy out the coupe
Niebieska kropka, niebieska kropka, niebieska kropka, niebieska kropka, niebieska kropka
I never sleep, that ' s why I got way more than you got
Vegas Strip, it ' s a bet, take this shit on a jet
Bad Boy never fake or switch on the set
Haters kiss the baguettes in the ring
Jestem królem, królem gadającego gówna.
Może sikać przez czek
Masz torbę z kasą, kiedy go zobaczysz.
Money Mitch, hashtag, three M ' s
Nigga, money makin ' Mitch
Jestem tylko tryna.
Run through the money, run
Jestem tylko tryna.
Run through the money, run
/ Align = "left" /
/ Align = "left" /
Tryna wyciąga się w obcym
And make them niggas zdenerwowany
Run through the money, run
Run through the money, run
Run through the money, run
Runnin ' through the paper jako Scott Storch
Runnin 'through the paper like I' m Allen i I got that dirty money, Puff got the Forbes
That coupe 300 jako Kevin Lyles
Generałowie czarnej róży
My niggas ballin ' like Fab Five final four
Na Ostatniej Wieczerzy tryna zjeść Fiesta
My last two bitches 100 mill a piece
Blow a bag, your body disapear talia down
I dab all them bitches; D. Brown
"You know that paper longer than chain smokin'"
Biegam po gazetach jak Usain Bolt
Przeglądam gazety na długo przed transakcją.
Zanim puff dał mi wszystkie młyny
Jestem tylko tryna.
TUN through the money, run
Jestem tylko tryna.
TUN through the money, run
/ Align = "left" /
/ Align = "left" /
Tryna wyciąga się w obcym
And make them niggas zdenerwowany
Run through the money, run
Run through the money, run
Run through the money, run