Текст и перевод песни Ruby feat. Pacha Man - Baiat De Bani Gata

Baiat De Bani Gata

Îi zic: Să treacă la treabă, nu îmi place vorba
Am sangele fierbinte, fără Ginkgo Biloba
Bea gin c-o fi lova', merge-n lex sau in rova'
Poartă la mână Rolex, are fină stofa

O arde mafioso, gen clanul Gambino
Merge doar cu limo' şi consumă amino
E tăcut, te arde gen Deşert Kalahari
Hua, ce barbăt, ce desert... vino, mami!

Spune-mi ce nu-ţi place, spune-mi ce nu merge
Şase zero RON / G, fata te drege
Zici că dansează chiar şi atunci când merge
Merge des în Mercedes c-are talent de rege

E baiat de bani gata
Pe fete le dă gata, gata
E baiat de bani gata
Kalashnikov, mitraliera, ratatatatata

E baiat de bani gata
Pe fete le dă gata, gata
E baiat de bani gata
Kalashnikov, mitraliera, ratatatatata

Kalashnikov, mitraliera, ratatatatata
Kalashnikov, mitraliera, ratatatatata

Caraibe, Bora Bora, Paris sau Manila
Baiatu' e luv deala' o arde fo' reala'
Nu se bate cu pumnu-n piept ca gorila
Tace, le face, ne place, e un lady killa'

Ucigas, ma-ma-mare pungas,
Atitudine şi stil... Oh, My Gosh!
Opriţi-l careva că ne omoară pe toate
Ne mişcăm în jurul lui ca balerinele pe poante

E baiat de bani gata
Pe fete le dă gata, gata
E baiat de bani gata

A Rich Boy

I tell him: Get to work, I don't like your talk
My blood is hot, no Ginkgo Biloba needed
He drinks gin, loves to be loved, goes to the lex or the rova'
He wears a Rolex on his hand, he has a fine fabric

He acts like a mafioso, like the Gambino clan
He rides only in a limo' and consumes amino
He's silent, burns you like the Kalahari Desert
Hua, what a man, what a dessert... come on, baby!

Tell me what you don't like, tell me what doesn't work
Six thousand RON / G, the girl fixes you up
You say she dances even when she walks
He goes often in a Mercedes, with a king's talent

He's a rich boy
He gets the girls, gata, gata
He's a rich boy
Kalashnikov, machine gun, ratatatatata

He's a rich boy
He gets the girls, gata, gata
He's a rich boy
Kalashnikov, machine gun, ratatatatata

Kalashnikov, machine gun, ratatatatata
Kalashnikov, machine gun, ratatatatata

Caribbean, Bora Bora, Paris or Manila
The boy is in love, he's living it for real
He doesn't beat his chest like a gorilla
He's silent, he does it, we like it, he's a lady killer

A killer, ma-ma-big hustler
Attitude and style... Oh, My Gosh!
Stop him someone, he's killing us all
We move around him like ballerinas on pointe

He's a rich boy
He gets the girls, gata, gata
He's a rich boy