Смысл текста песни "Two Cups" исполнителя "Rich The Kid"

[Chorus: Offset]

Two cups, two sluts, (Two sluts)

Jump right in it like I'm playin double dutch, (Ooh)

Whippin in that pot, I hit it uppercut, (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

I put my drip up on the plate, she eat it up, (Hey)

Big body keys, the Bentley truck get mounted up, (Big body keys)

You can't buy me for no million, nga, that ain't enough, (That ain't enough)

But I only spent a dime to get your tummy tucked, (Dime)

Nga done lost your fuckin mind tryna beef with us. (Lost your mind)

[Verse 1: Offset]

We run it up from the ground, nga, don't sleep on us, (Yeah)

LeBron James, none of these ngas ain't equal to us, (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bitch get hit on the bus, (Yeah)

The bitch a runt, a mutt, (Yeah)

Grippin on my clutch, (Yeah)

Watch that nga, he sus, (Yeah)

Hard for me to trust, (Oh, yeah)

I got the Midas touch. (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

[Verse 2:]

[Rich the Kid:]

Bitches seen the milli, got the bubble guts, (Milli)

Butterfly doors, gotta let em up,

They takin pictures of me, hold my Richie up.

When I slide in, oh, she ride in,

Knock a nga off quick with a lightie,

Oh, she ride like a pro, get a new Benz,

Off the jet to a check, it's a backend,

I can't trip, I put Fendi on my slips, (On my slips)

I got gang with me, you might wanna dip,

I got plaques on plaques, Maybach way back,

Drop a hundred where my stash spot at. (Rich)

[Offset:]

Chain frozen, and I bought my bitch a Range Rover, (Woo)

Lambo with no top, yeah, bitch, the game over, (Skrrt skrrt, hey)

Brand new mansion spot, invite the gang over, (Gang, gang)

We ain't soaked, but baguettes look like rain soakin. (Baguettes)

[Rich the Kid:]

Bands out the gym, jumpin like double dutch, (Bands, they jumpin)

You kissin on the bitch and we gon split em up, (Lil bitch)

You got a problem, go and speak it up. (Go and speak it up)

Why you cappin? 'Cause the money, it ain't big enough.

[Verse 3: Big Sean]

Uh-huh!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Yeah, had to cut the middle man, I ain't talkin' Malcolms,

When you put the work in, just look at all the outcomes,

When you blessin' faith, what these ngas be like, "How come?"

Know we quick to fuck these ngas up like round one.

I got no time for hissy fits, (No) can't count on you, you counterfeit,

It's just me, Offset, and Rich,

When you lose and win it all, that's a feeling you'll never forget,

Graveyard shifts, tales from the crypt,

See, I'm the boss, no callin' sick, look.

It's just me and all my dogs and we ridin' like we lawless,

She hit me with let's-talk shit,

But, bitch, you might as well be talkin' to a fuckin' wall

Than to have a heart-to-heart with a nga that's as heartless.

Yeah, I look exhausted, (Woah) but that's just what it cost, shit,

I still proceed with caution, (Uh-huh)

'Cause I done seen some people have it all and then they lost it, (Straight up)

Got a dime bitch ridin' with me even when she nauseous, (Damn)

Done made it through the fire, but I'm still that fuckin' raw, bitch! (Fuckin' raw, I'm that raw, bitch)

I go off, go in, go up, but never go back, (Go)

I know we in a league of our own, bitch, I'm pro-black, (Huh)

Just hit a lick for my grandsons and I don't have sons, (Woah)

But that's how far I'm thinkin' ahead, bitch, and some!

[Chorus: Offset]

Two cups, two sluts, (Two sluts)

Jump right in it like I'm playin double dutch, (Ooh)

Whippin in that pot, I hit it uppercut, (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

I put my drip up on the plate, she eat it up, (Hey)

Big body keys, the Bentley truck get mounted up, (Big body keys)

You can't buy me for no million, nga, that ain't enough, (That ain't enough)

But I only spent a dime to get your tummy tucked, (Dime)

Nga done lost your fuckin mind tryna beef with us. (Lost your mind)

[Outro: Rich the Kid]

Bands out the gym, jumpin like double dutch, (Bands, they jumpin)

You kissin on the bitch and we gon split em up, (Lil bitch)

You got a problem, go and speak it up. (Go and speak it up)

Why you cappin? 'Cause the money, it ain't big enough. (Huh?)