Black rims, black windows, I can hardly see
Naples looks like Miami from this G-Wagon
She texted me yesterday, she replied: "I'm coming"
She left now, but I don't know what happened
I don't know if I can stop this race
I've lost control, but it's not my fault
Bro, they're on me, watching my every move
I test the rough sea, a wave doesn't scare me
I fight my demons, but I know I'll win
Two phones in my pocket, with one I talk to God
You can take the credit, but this success is mine
But this success is mine

You know, I don't understand why
Nothing affects me anymore
You can take back this hype
Too much money, too many troubles
I don't understand why
Nothing affects me anymore
You can take back this hype
Too much money, too many troubles
Too much money, too many troubles
Too much money, too many troubles
Too much money, too many troubles
Too much money, too many troubles (yeah, yeah)

Wow, that guy's got the rainbow
We're forty when I step out
He can't say Geolier, he calls him handsome
I come in the Lambo
It's raining, I take the umbrella in the Phantom
He says: "he's Neapolitan", I don't get offended
If I want to change places, I call the plane, it arrives
I look behind the bags, they're full of bundles
This, bro, comes from the race, it arrives before I do
With me, they train their thighs, sweating till morning
Now that I'm rich, I have a fur coat
I have a gray belt on my jeans, matching the Q5
This bag full of bricks in the pink Celine
Next to this chic fool
I'm twenty, Richie Rich, bitch

You know, I don't understand why
Nothing affects me anymore
You can take back this hype
Too much money, too many troubles
I don't understand why
Nothing affects me anymore
You can take back this hype
Too much money, too many troubles
Too much money, too many troubles
Too much money, too many troubles
Too much money, too many troubles
Too much money, too many troubles

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