Meek Mill — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson The Trillest
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « The Trillest » de Meek Mill.
Paroles
Was the money good?
Was em bitches bad? Was they fuckin' good?
Did your hood show you love? Did the hoes say you fly?
If your friends say you’re loyal, throw your rollies in the sky
For the trillest, for the trillest
As the champagne pours and the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright every night they applaud for the trillest
See my momma cry too many tears
And we been broke like too many years
It ain’t too many kids, a couple homies, there ain’t too many there
And they all gotta eat, they got too many kids
To many kids with no fathers, doing too many bids
Too many bids, judge gave 'em kids too many years
As soon as you get that money, that’s as soon they appear
Sue me, you owe something, they assuming you’ll share
And yeah, I’ve been losin' touch with my family, it ain’t the same
I should’ve gave my sister some money, but I made it rain
I should’ve hit the crib with my son and played a game
But instead I ended up at the jeweller to make a chain
It’s a sad saying when you make money it make you change
Like four quarters, the fourth quarter, I make a lane
Shit, I had to walk forward they talkin' 'bout takin' trains
And takin' planes, I put the work in and made the name
But the question is Was the money good?
Was them bitches bad? Was they fuckin' good?
Did your hood show you love? Did the hoes say you fly?
If your friends say you’re loyal, throw your rollies in the sky
For the trillest, for the trillest
As the champagne pours and the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright every night they applaud for the trillest
I never wanted to be like Mike, I wanted to be like Mitch
Now all the lil niggas wanna be like this
I wear my chain in any city, let you see my shit
Cause I earned that, it’s on me, I’mma keep my shit
I got blood on my money, ether in my soul
Do you know the feeling durin' Easter with no clothes?
Now it’s stars in the ceiling, bringing ether out the rose
With the curtains on the windows, I’m just peekin' at my ghost
Money made me iller, already was realer
Young kings killin' young kings over skrilla
That’s why I ride around mac on me like I was Miller
Or Reggie when I shoot for that three
They drop fetty, that’s good money
Come to my city, we talk heavy and die young
When we get some paper, we cop Prezis and ride rim
20 inch rims for the dope boy
Sellin' that coke boy, trappin' on your note boy
Got that buy it all money, fuck I need a note for?!
In them school hallways, «fuck I need a note for!?»
We ain’t wanna go to class, we was sellin' coke raw
The principal was coppin' too, hit him with a snowball
Was the money good?
Was them bitches bad? Was they fuckin' good?
Did your hood show you love? Did the hoes say you fly?
If your friends say you’re loyal, throw your rollies in the sky
For the trillest, for the trillest
As the champagne pours and the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright every night they applaud for the trillest
Lookin' for the intro
I was at the dealer lookin' for another Benzo
Matching kicks with my Kenzo, young nigga
Heart of a lion, hungry as hippo
When I was on my last, nobody ain’t tell me shit though
Flow slicker than Crisco, niggas talkin', I get low
Do my thing, they jump back, know how that shit go And they say I’m arrogant
I’m still eatin' steak with the asparagus
When I get that money like I married it 1 milly, 2 milly, 3 milly, buried it Since they say I’m underground, I run that bitch like Harriet
Rolls Royce pushin' real slow like a chariot
Pull up on them niggas that doubted me, shit embarrassin'
I’mma real nigga with money, never cherish it You a fake niggas with money, it’s no comparison
Told me that I couldn’t get signed when I was rappin' it And told me I couldn’t do songs when I was battlin'
They told me that I couldn’t be trapper, I started trapping' it Never listen to 'em, oh well, shit is immaculate
I’mma just go sit up in this Bach again
Smoke the weed and laugh at them
Make a couple million by accident
Couple niggas dropped on Twitter, they say they back again
Couple months later on Twitter they say us laxative
Shitted on 'em, Nicki voice, did it on 'em Benjamins
Plently of 'em Benjamins, semi on him and he on a Whole 'nother level from before now
Tell my niggas when I see a hundred mil its going down
When I made my first mil, I was like «it's on now»
Then I made my second mil, money on the floor now
Then I made my third mil, I’m like «I need more now?»
I got in my zone and that money started pourin' down
Every time I hit the booth, microphone torn down
We couldn’t get a pair of Pumas, we up in the store now, bitches!
Traduction des paroles
Avec les rideaux sur les fenêtres, je regarde juste mon fantôme
L'argent m'a fait iller, était déjà plus réel
Jeunes rois killin ' jeunes rois sur skrilla
C'est pour ça que je roule sur mac comme si J'étais Miller
Ou Reggie quand je tire pour ça
Ils laissent tomber fetty, c'est de l'argent
Venez dans ma ville, nous parlons lourd et mourons jeunes
Quand nous aurons du papier, nous cop Prezis et ride ride
Jantes de 20 pouces pour le dope boy
Il vend ce Coca-Cola, trapping on your note boy
T'as acheté tout de l'argent, putain j'ai besoin d'un mot?!
Dans les couloirs de l'école, «fuck j'ai besoin d'une note pour!?»
On ne veut pas aller en cours, on vendait du Coca cru
Le principal était coppin ' aussi, l'a frappé avec une boule de neige
Était le bon argent?
A eux chiennes mauvaise? Ils fuckin' good?
Votre hotte vous montrer l'amour? A la houe dire de vous voler?
Si vos amis disent que vous êtes loyal, jetez vos rollies dans le ciel
Pour le plus Trill, pour le plus Trill
Alors que le champagne se déverse et que la campagne rugit
Et les lumières brillent chaque nuit ils applaudissent pour le plus trillest
Lookin ' pour l'intro
J'étais chez le dealer à la recherche d'un autre Benzo
Matching kicks avec mon Kenzo, jeune nigga
Cœur d'un lion, affamé comme hippopotame
Quand j'étais sur mon dernier, personne ne me dit rien
Flux slicker than Crisco, niggas talkin', je reçois faible
Fais mon truc, ils sautent en arrière, savent comment ça se passe et ils disent que je suis arrogant
Je mange encore du steak avec les asperges
Quand je reçois cet argent comme je l'ai épousé 1 milly, 2 milly, 3 milly, enterré depuis qu'ils disent que je suis sous terre, je cours cette salope comme Harriet
Rolls Royce poussant très lentement comme un char
Tirez sur ces négros qui doutaient de moi, Merde embarrassin'
Je suis un vrai mec avec de l'argent, ne le chéris jamais vous un faux niggas avec de l'argent, ce n'est pas une comparaison
Il m'a dit que je ne pouvais pas me faire signer quand je rappais et m'a dit que je ne pouvais pas faire des chansons quand je battlin