Unknown Component — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Meek

La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Meek » de Unknown Component.

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
Assuming you 'em 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 for it 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 Rolls
With the curtains on the windows, I’m just peekin' at my goals
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



Ne jamais les écouter, Oh bien, la merde est immaculée
Je vais encore m'asseoir dans ce Bach
Fumer de l'herbe et de se moquer d'eux
Faire quelques millions par accident
Quelques niggas ont chuté sur Twitter, ils disent qu'ils reviennent à nouveau
Quelques mois plus tard sur Twitter ils nous disent laxatif
Chié sur 'em, Nicki voice, l'a fait sur' em Benjamins
Plently de ' em Benjamins, semi sur lui et il sur un
Tout autre niveau d'avant maintenant
Dites à mes négros quand je vois cent millions de dollars que c'est en train de tomber
Quand j'ai fait mon premier mil, j'étais comme " c'est maintenant»
Puis j'ai fait mon deuxième mil, de l'argent sur le sol maintenant
Puis j'ai fait mon troisième mil, je suis comme «j'ai besoin de plus maintenant?»
Je suis arrivé dans ma zone et cet argent a commencé à couler
Chaque fois que je frappe la cabine, microphone démoli
Nous ne pouvions pas avoir une paire de Pumas, nous sommes dans le magasin maintenant, salopes!