Представляем точный текст композиции "Money on the Couch" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Juvenile . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Money on the Couch» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Juvenile передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Juvenile - "Money on the Couch"
Lyrics to Money on the Couch : [First Verse:] I went through with the plan, now the man sendin me grams, My coke organization still infestin the land, No joke, built my Mama an estate in the Bahamas, Crops of marijuana protected by Big Timers, Hand, full of ice, its gangstas paradise, Expensive merchandise, I had to sacrifice for the glamourous life, Don P. for breakfast, Benz, stretches, and Lexus, Distribution of coke from Louisiana to Texas, Some fabricated, but fascinated by the way that I made it, Now my name is implicated with the greatest Wearin the latest, leather fatigues and B.B.H., Brand new Mercedes, parked in front of my new estate, Twelve o clock we gave him, caviar, is what we ate, Party with killas, paraphrenalia full of projects, Dope snorters or prospects, the rob your shop necks, But I gets pissed and send hits, dont fuck with my shit Wig split, the heel, whoever he roll with, Admit it, you did it, tongue too tied' Well say somethin Nines bustin, bringin your platoon to destruction, Continue to hustlin, givin up nothin where the dope at' Crackers can get the Bauds at, because Im pro Black, Think Im a foreigner, he wasnt holdin up his side of his deal, Alien gotta be killed, sent to the coroner, Im sure he would have gone before the judge With somethin concrete, to send me, cuz He was holdin a grudge, fuckin over a thug, Told my bitch I want him dead, Bring me his head, fill him with lead, Heard what I said' Dont betray me, Ill put you on the streets and make you weak, With carrots and stones up on fingers and your teeth, And built you a home next to the beach, And luxury cars we creep Heres the nine, I dont have time, make it discreet [Chorus:] Money on the couch, nigga Gimme everything, Ill pay your house, nigga Shutcha mouth, nigga Put the money on the couch, nigga Gimme everything, Ill pay your house, nigga Shutcha mouth, nigga Put the money on the couch shutcha mouth, nigga [Second Verse:] I know that my cousin Lil Kerzaw, He sold up outta his backyard, And sold up shit, from the seventeen all the way up to the Ninth Ward, You know he rolls up in the caddy, Its about that time to go roasts and vogue, Ima go on the passenger side, fuckin with every last hoe, Nigga Russ was up in that car shop, Ready to get all the seats fixed, Let me go scope me a kneefit, so I can go out to the Freaknik, Shit, Im the lyrical genius, Drop down on your knees to the penis, The nigga be talkin the shit about my family, but I never did seen it Im larger than large, if you came home with two heroin charges, And I still got somethin stashed in the garages, Yall is petty, its gone take two to fill my stamina, When I pass the camera, flash, fuck the amateurs, Ya better be top notch, or Ima cock my rhyme glock, To wound ya, and paint your death with my autograph on your tumor, [Chorus] [Third Verse:] Im straight from the ghetto, the Mac they make the foes shake, Then I left that spot and I went to the T, where the triflin hoes play, They comin to me and, they blowin that funky fire, Im grabbin a beer and, them blunts be gettin me higher, Due to my clique I walked to the front door, Hope it aint them po-pos, I looked through the blinds, it went through my mind, "What I have to run for'", Nobody would want to test me, Especially comin to arrest me, Old body and soul, its a must I leave you cold, Keep it chilly chilly, when Im jigglin jigglin money, Some niggas say okay, but you can say no way, Im drinkin for honey, If I wouldnt be kickin these rhymes so funky, You and your crew would never have bought my shit like junkies, A part of a "ki" is all that I need, To get on my feet, up outta the weed, The capital "C", I do it for weed, and even a "G" for slangin them kis, Im puttin in it your face, Juvenile lookin for a bitch now, Dont have no time for no foreplay, Im simply gonna lay this dick down Niggas be comin with dope lines, Gimme the chance Ima flow mine, Im tearin this bitch up in no time, No fuckin ya up cuz you know Im, Funky like a club thats filled up with fat men fartin, And never a bad thought in my mind, cuz Im steadily plottin [Chorus] [ Money on the Couch Lyrics ]
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