Money, money, this is money gang
White smile from Mentadent
I gave it to her once in a hotel
Now she works at Mediaset
Salute the boss, salute the boss
Two cars parked in the garage
You want to follow me, you need NOS
You want to follow me, yes, like the cops
And I still remember the bombs outside of school
I pushed some classmates and in the boys' bathroom
You caught me pushing smoke to classmates during the change of the hour
Look at me now, my shoe is always new
My shirt is always new, my beard is always new
My girl is always new, the old one still writes
Zeros on the bank account
She asks me if the diamonds are real
Well, of course
Order what you like then I pay
Give me what I like then I go, me

With problems I have a magnet
Uh-la-la, there was a k in the Invicta
Look at my face on TV, I don't need a beautician
You're not dressed well but you thank the stylist

Uh-la-la, smoke in the back of the van
I take two photos with the fans then I disappear uh-la-la
You like tattoos but I don't like you
Uh-la-la, smoke in the back of the van
I take two photos with the fans then I disappear, uh-la-la
You like tattoos but I don't like you

I puff clouds in the sky
You say I smoke too much but actually now I smoke less
Without money in my pocket I wrote the first album in the subway
You don't know who I am, I'm sorry but it's not true
My voice in the stereo
I'm vacuum sealing purple sheets
Your gang is underground I'm upside down
That singer doesn't tell you that he's on drugs
That girl doesn't tell you if she's a whore
She doesn't want you to find out
You talk too much, what a headache
I put in sixth gear, I tell you bye bye
That one looks at me, I know what he thinks
That it's always a party, he doesn't know that

With problems I have a magnet
Uh-la-la, there was a k in the Invicta
Look at my face on TV, I don't need a beautician
You're not dressed well but you thank the stylist (money gang)

Uh-la-la, smoke in the back of the van
I take two photos with the fans then I disappear, uh-la-la
You like tattoos but I don't like you
Uh-la-la, smoke in the back of the van
I take two photos with the fans then I disappear, uh-la-la
You like tattoos but I don't like you

Uh-la-la
Uh-la-la
Uh-la-la

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