Bun B — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Countin' Money
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Countin' Money » de Bun B.
Paroles
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
Traduction des paroles
Je suis la chienne de merde tu me sens pas besoin de vérifier tes baskets
Trois briques, plus un split wit ' me, puis salope vous avez eu un coup
Beaucoup d'argent sur mes loisirs, bouteilles pop wit ' top models
Wit 'mes hommes de main à Porto Rico, yo' petite amie je suis freak her
Croyez-moi, je suis un géant, laisser les lémuriens (?)
Je ne vois que mon papier plus mon cojan sur le Sanyo
Le rappeur le plus chaud que vous connaissez, les gens ressemblent à Cujo (Gucci)
J'ai eu mille millions de cravates et vendu tes gars pour uno
Alors syntonisez East Atlanta, s " il vous plaît ne pas changer le canal ma rouler les fenêtres vers le bas de retour dans mon spectacle fantôme mon automa
Hangin' out mon partenaire, naw
Tu ne veux pas cet autographe?
Je pense que tu es en colère parce que mon cou ressemble au Mardi Gras