This is now for everyone who buys things
That don't suit him
With money that doesn't belong to him
To impress people
He doesn't even know, hear me

Amsterdam, Rotterdam, Utrecht
's-Hertogenbosch (Aha)
We get it out, brother, hide the stuff
(So)
We are deaf, brother, who, if not God?
(Who?)
Are made of dust, brother, when it gets out of hand
Man, then we die
(Rrah, whoop, whoop)
I am a thief in law
Under my 4 GTS a GPRS is blinking (Aha, aha)
Undercover investigators, headsets and filters
(Click, click)
Hectic images from the meeting of the killers (Brr)
Once again one of us has gone
(Rest in peace aha)
Once again he brought tons into the country
(yeah) but we can't get to it
Because of dollars and bank
Park the car in the harbor and
Wait for customs and shipping (Ahu)
We have fists here like Cassius Clay
Royce or S-Coupé, friends at the FSB
(We have) kolja, forever a man
The damn cops can't even
Catch a flu once (Ha ha ha)
At ten in the morning in the Porsche GT
At Jean Paul Gaultier on the Champs-Élysées
(Cha-cha)
Have been doing business with the customs office since 2010
(Aha) stand in the way once and
Then heads will roll, ah
(Come) all my friends are nervous
Because one of my friends
Has dissolved one of his friends in acid
(Psch) what about rockers in the back?
In 2016 one of my friends
Already had his head cut off (Klack)
Who makes his money here with cocaine (Who?)
And conquers the world - Sinaloa Cartel
I'm sitting in the Aston DB
(Aha), in the back of the coupé
Say my last prayer
That Bogotá won't hold (God)
We are waging war here for the capital
War for the foreign countries
War for purchasing power on a biblical scale
(Realtalk) parties, London, platinum, Plombo
Paris-Longchamp Maserati, la Ferrari
Still rolling with Badr Hari
Through the Stade de France and
Looking at paparazzi
Every-every-every day I am
Only at Waterlandplein (Come)

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