We are on the way
In the S500 Coupe
We are on the way
The trunk is stashing the snow
We are on the way
In the S500 Coupe
We are on the way

Turn up the headlights, trims are chrome
S500 Maybach version
Phantom windows, electric tires
Lightweight carbon cover, hah
Five kilos of Abiat in hubcaps
Pack up in the hotel room, dealer with prison scars
A2 with speed
Step on the gas in a Kenzo sweater, grass is from Venlo
Outside the driveway (before the driveway)
Parks the white Maybach (the white Maybach)
A woman who never says no (says no)
Life is so simple (simple)
500 horses in front of the front door, engine sound like a predator
Put on sunglasses and drive out here (out here)
Shirt unbuttoned, Miami Vice
Lifestyle, Hayat, you know (know)

We are on the way
In the S500 Coupe
We are on the way
The trunk is stashing the snow
We are on the way
In the S500 Coupe
We are on the way

I want my fifties on the street
And the enemies call the cops
Take a look at my account
See a one with many zeros
For Versace good looks
You have to take everything here into account
Crime, smoking and drinking
Take everything before we go down
Way, way, way, Porsche there
Way, way, way, Lambo there
Way, way, way, abnormal
Way, way, way, come again
Way, way, way, way, Pancho Villa
Way, way, way, way, Submariner
Way, way, way, way, black Beamer
Step on the gas, kickdown, Gasolina (Gasolina, Gasolina)

We are on the way
In the S500 Coupe
We are on the way
The trunk is stashing the snow
We are on the way
In the S500 Coupe
We are on the way

"Picture me rollin' in my 500 Benz"
"But only if you feel this shit"
"Jump in the Mercedes"
"I got mad friends with Benzes"
"Picture me rollin' in my 500 Benz"
"I stay back, but my Benz moved up a class"
"Jump in the Mercedes on the highway"
"It's about to go down"

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