Paroles de la chanson 2M$IH par Don Toliver
Money on the table, that's a fat check
Shawty all in my ear, I told the bitch to back that
Speedin' down the E-way, it's a fast track
Point me to the money, I be on it like that
There's money on the table, that's a fat check
Shawty all in my ear, told the bitch to back that
Speedin' down the E-way, it's a fast track
Point me to the money, I be on it like that
Too much money in here, too much money in here
Too much money in here, bae, too much money in here
Too much money in here, too much money in here
Too much money in here, bae
Shawty all in my ear, I told the bitch to back that
Speedin' down the E-way, it's a fast track
Point me to the money, I be on it like that
There's money on the table, that's a fat check
Shawty all in my ear, told the bitch to back that
Speedin' down the E-way, it's a fast track
Point me to the money, I be on it like that
Too much money in here, too much money in here
Too much money in here, bae, too much money in here
Too much money in here, too much money in here
Too much money in here, bae
There's money on the table, that's a fat check
Shawty all in my ear, I told the bitch to back that
Speed down on the E-way, it's a fast track
Point me to the money, I be on it like that
I'm shootin' at the wall, I do it just because
It's me and all my thugs, it's me and all my drugs
I roll down on the opposites, I roll down on the plug
Are you mad I got it up? I keep it in my sock
My blood gettin' thicker, the plot gettin' thicker
Lil' baby gettin' thicker, her ass gettin' thicker
My blood gettin' thicker, the plot gettin' thicker
Shawty all in my ear, I told the bitch to back that
Speed down on the E-way, it's a fast track
Point me to the money, I be on it like that
I'm shootin' at the wall, I do it just because
It's me and all my thugs, it's me and all my drugs
I roll down on the opposites, I roll down on the plug
Are you mad I got it up? I keep it in my sock
My blood gettin' thicker, the plot gettin' thicker
Lil' baby gettin' thicker, her ass gettin' thicker
My blood gettin' thicker, the plot gettin' thicker
Lil' baby gettin' thicker, her ass gettin' thicker
The money gettin' thicker, my blood' gettin' thicker
Damn, lil' baby gettin' thicker, her ass gettin' thicker
I keep cummin' in it quick, I keep cummin' in it quicker, I keep cummin' in it quicker
Too much money in here, too much money in here
Too much money in here, bae, too much money in here
Too much money in here, bae, too much money in here
Too much money in here, bae
There's money on the table, that's a fat check
Shawty all in my ear, I told the bitch to back that
The money gettin' thicker, my blood' gettin' thicker
Damn, lil' baby gettin' thicker, her ass gettin' thicker
I keep cummin' in it quick, I keep cummin' in it quicker, I keep cummin' in it quicker
Too much money in here, too much money in here
Too much money in here, bae, too much money in here
Too much money in here, bae, too much money in here
Too much money in here, bae
There's money on the table, that's a fat check
Shawty all in my ear, I told the bitch to back that
Speed down on the E-way, it's a fast track
Point me to the money, I be on it like that
I'm shootin' at the wall, I do it just because
It's me and all my thugs, it's me and all my drugs
I roll down on the opposites, I roll down on the plug
I just need you here, here around this
I know I'm innocent, but I did some wrong
It won't take me long to make this song
I know I'm innocent, but I did some wrong
It won't take me long to make this song
Too much money in here, too much money in here
Too much money in here, bae, too much money in here
Too much money in here, bae, too much money in here
Point me to the money, I be on it like that
I'm shootin' at the wall, I do it just because
It's me and all my thugs, it's me and all my drugs
I roll down on the opposites, I roll down on the plug
I just need you here, here around this
I know I'm innocent, but I did some wrong
It won't take me long to make this song
I know I'm innocent, but I did some wrong
It won't take me long to make this song
Too much money in here, too much money in here
Too much money in here, bae, too much money in here
Too much money in here, bae, too much money in here
Too much money in here, bae
There's money on the table, that's a fat check
Shawty all in my ear, I told the bitch to back that
Speed down on the E-way, it's a fast track
Point me to the money, I be on it like that
I'm shootin' at the wall, I do it just because
It's me and all my thugs, it's me and all my drugs
I roll down on the opposites, I roll down on the plug
I just need you here, here around this
There's money on the table, that's a fat check
Shawty all in my ear, I told the bitch to back that
Speed down on the E-way, it's a fast track
Point me to the money, I be on it like that
I'm shootin' at the wall, I do it just because
It's me and all my thugs, it's me and all my drugs
I roll down on the opposites, I roll down on the plug
I just need you here, here around this
Que racontent les paroles de la chanson 2M$IH de Don Toliver ?
Une autoroute, un chèque, et l'accélérateur au plancher
Il y a des morceaux qui ne cherchent pas à te convaincre — ils t'embarquent, point. "2M$IH" de Don Toliver fait partie de cette catégorie. Dès les premières secondes, on est projeté dans quelque chose qui ressemble à une course-poursuite sans ennemi visible : une voiture qui roule vite, de l'argent qui attend sur une table, et un type qui n'a pas le temps de s'expliquer.
Toliver — ce Texan au flow particulier, capable de passer du rap à une espèce de chant planant sans crier gare — pose ici un personnage simple en apparence : quelqu'un qui fonce. "Point me to the money, I be on it like that" ("Montre-moi où est l'argent, je suis dessus comme ça"). Pas de détours, pas de philosophie. Juste la direction et la vitesse.
Quand la répétition devient transe
Le cœur du morceau, c'est ce refrain qui revient encore et encore, "Too much money in here, bae" ("Trop d'argent ici, bébé"). À force de l'entendre, quelque chose se passe : on ne l'analyse plus, on le ressent. C'est exactement là où Don Toliver est fort — il utilise la répétition non pas par paresse, mais pour créer un état. Une sorte de fièvre douce. L'argent cesse d'être un sujet, il devient une atmosphère.
Une fissure dans le mur
Et puis, presque en passant, il glisse ces deux lignes qui changent tout : "I know I'm innocent, but I did some wrong" ("Je sais que je suis innocent, mais j'ai mal agi"). Dans un morceau aussi frontal, cette confession murmurée détonne. On ne saura pas de quoi il retourne exactement — et c'est peut-être mieux ainsi. Cette ambiguïté, ce "j'ai fait des erreurs sans vraiment les assumer", c'est le seul moment où le masque se fissure légèrement. Le reste du texte reprend aussitôt ses droits, la boucle repart, l'autoroute continue. Mais ce vers reste là, suspendu, comme une question à laquelle la chanson refuse de répondre.
Il y a des morceaux qui ne cherchent pas à te convaincre — ils t'embarquent, point. "2M$IH" de Don Toliver fait partie de cette catégorie. Dès les premières secondes, on est projeté dans quelque chose qui ressemble à une course-poursuite sans ennemi visible : une voiture qui roule vite, de l'argent qui attend sur une table, et un type qui n'a pas le temps de s'expliquer.
Toliver — ce Texan au flow particulier, capable de passer du rap à une espèce de chant planant sans crier gare — pose ici un personnage simple en apparence : quelqu'un qui fonce. "Point me to the money, I be on it like that" ("Montre-moi où est l'argent, je suis dessus comme ça"). Pas de détours, pas de philosophie. Juste la direction et la vitesse.
Quand la répétition devient transe
Le cœur du morceau, c'est ce refrain qui revient encore et encore, "Too much money in here, bae" ("Trop d'argent ici, bébé"). À force de l'entendre, quelque chose se passe : on ne l'analyse plus, on le ressent. C'est exactement là où Don Toliver est fort — il utilise la répétition non pas par paresse, mais pour créer un état. Une sorte de fièvre douce. L'argent cesse d'être un sujet, il devient une atmosphère.
Une fissure dans le mur
Et puis, presque en passant, il glisse ces deux lignes qui changent tout : "I know I'm innocent, but I did some wrong" ("Je sais que je suis innocent, mais j'ai mal agi"). Dans un morceau aussi frontal, cette confession murmurée détonne. On ne saura pas de quoi il retourne exactement — et c'est peut-être mieux ainsi. Cette ambiguïté, ce "j'ai fait des erreurs sans vraiment les assumer", c'est le seul moment où le masque se fissure légèrement. Le reste du texte reprend aussitôt ses droits, la boucle repart, l'autoroute continue. Mais ce vers reste là, suspendu, comme une question à laquelle la chanson refuse de répondre.