Check out my cousin
Tons of haze, meeting point midnight, Rotterdam
Top-quality goods from the Moroccan
Who has been stashing hash since he was fourteen
In the hood, you often think you have problems
No solution except smoking weed
Jacky pushes your soul away
Because thugs envy the thug who makes money
Bro, who pushes packs in the high-rise
Hunting for the cops twenty-four hours a day
They go crazy, hey, ghetto kids, hey
"Hell with the system," Hakim shouts at thirteen
Give him haze day by day, there's no other way
Has the addiction gripped him forever?
Hey, I don't know, even as a toddler
Disturbance in the head, without parents like free game
Chabo deals big
Youth center park Nordend in a Barca jersey
Parasite, kafa ciao but he must
Pass through hell to find his luck
Screw this life and run
Don't worry about it, my brother, you're smart
Yesterday no money, today Champions League
At the end of the day (at the end of the day)

Luck is a matter of money
I come in a CL Six-Three Mercedes
Left arm Rolex, Jibbi, power complex
Speeding through OF-City with my cousin
I'm in Paris with Gaddafi
Ciroc bottle, Azzlack Versace
Maybach, Lucky Luke
Nine millimeter, I'm going crazy

Luck is a matter of money
I come in a CL Six-Three Mercedes
Left arm Rolex, Jibbi, power complex
Speeding through OF-City with my cousin
I'm in Paris with Gaddafi
Ciroc bottle, Azzlack Versace
Maybach, Lucky Luke
Nine millimeter, I'm going crazy

Luck is a matter of money
I have enough, bitch, come milk me
Meet me in the club at midnight, bitch
On snuff and whiskey like Elvis
Because Hafti Abi now wears fur
Because Hafti Abi now counts money
Sleeps in five-star hotels
Hookers come and want selfies
Presidential suite, Presidential Bentley
Don't come to us with a handshake
Headbutt and you fall badly
As long as this world turns, bitch
I wear a R-O-L-E-X on my left arm
Right arm R-O-L-E-X
Tapped phones, Offenbach, who knows it
My lawyer's name is Philipp Thiee
And my accomplice's name is Endres
Screw every snitch, give criminal capital, screw
It's about
BTM, Azzlack, gang shit

Luck is a matter of money
I come in a CL Six-Three Mercedes
Left arm Rolex, Jibbi, power complex
Speeding through OF-City with my cousin
I'm in Paris with Gaddafi
Ciroc bottle, Azzlack Versace
Maybach, Lucky Luke
Nine millimeter, I'm going crazy

Luck is a matter of money
I come in a CL Six-Three Mercedes
Left arm Rolex, Jibbi, power complex
Speeding through OF-City with my cousin
I'm in Paris with Gaddafi
Ciroc bottle, Azzlack Versace
Maybach, Lucky Luke
Nine millimeter, I'm going crazy

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