(Fai-Fai-Fai-Fais Belek, there's-there's-there's Bobo on the prod)

Without clothes and nights out, I'd have half a million euros (cash)
I spit on your respect, I have a line of bitches when I come from behind (gang, gang)
When I'm at Vuitton, I don't see my haters, they never make a euro (cash)
M has shots in the iron so I'm in between when we enter Old Fashion
I bought a Rollie that took my bro off a wrist
Milan in August is not a nice place (no)
She takes off my clothes, tells me, "How handsome" even if I have a few extra pounds
She says that rappers in Italy are scarce, she's giving me a handjob
Keta, can you pass me the paper? I put in it, bro, the whole scene
Yeah, in the trap (trap)
I'm running to empty the Mastercard (cash)
While I hear a fool chatting (gang) I order oysters fished in France (gang)
I've never seen an enemy spend the afternoon at Gucci (Gucci)
I hit it even if it goes to Rocket, bla-black my cash in the pocket
I have a friend who is still active even with fame (shh, DIGOS is listening)
Usually, I'm not shy (gang), but with them, I keep quiet, now it's the minimum (shh)
I haven't touched my money for a year, now they're as high as a tree (gang)
She says she had a delay, if it's a boy, I'll call him "Idol"

Oh (yeah), bo-bo-bo (yeah), bo-bo-bo (yeah)
Bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo (yeah), bo-bo-bo (gang)
Bo-bo-bo (gang), bo-bo-bo (gang)
Bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo (gang)

I'm bored, I need stimuli, they're all scarce, but they give advice
I sit comfortably at the table, laugh, tonight on the menu there's rabbit meat
Stop to eat at our table, I insist and you see what a real devil is (goodbye)
You see what a real god is, good, then tell it around, good
They all tell stories about my account, but I don't see anyone on my account
The rapper who hates me I'm sure doesn't walk in Bico'
Eat at my friend's restaurant and I'll send you a Perugina kiss
So you know you're under fire, there's a hole in the coin (pah, pah)

Oh (yeah), bo-bo-bo (yeah), bo-bo-bo (yeah)
Bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo (yeah), bo-bo-bo (gang)
Bo-bo-bo (gang), bo-bo-bo (gang)
Bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo (gang)

Money, I'm thinking of filling myself with money (cash)
I say, "Free all my homies" (gang)
I'm not a molly type (gang)
I'm a Rollie type, from whores who wear branded stuff (yeah)
Money, we call them "grain" (yeah)
Street we call it "home" (yeah)
Ah, I like Neapolitans, with canoes instead of lips
Cadillac in Viale Sarca, she's all wheel with the Colombian
All eaten like a piranha, thirty-five, eight pills
It's been three days since I've seen home, it's been a year since I've caught spades, pao
Yeah, in the trap (trap)
I'm running to empty the Mastercard (cash)
While I hear a fool chatting (gang) I order oysters fished in France (gang)
I've never seen an enemy spend the afternoon at Gucci (Gucci)
I hit it even if it goes to Rocket, bla-black my cash in the pocket

Oh (yeah), bo-bo-bo (yeah), bo-bo-bo (yeah)
Bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo (yeah), bo-bo-bo (gang)
Bo-bo-bo (gang), bo-bo-bo (gang)
Bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo (gang)

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