(I'm speeding at three hundred, Valentino Rossi)
(I'm thinking about making yellow, green, and red money)

Judgement day, brother, where are you running?
Five weapons in the trunk, you call for help
You call the ambulance, yes, call your OGs
We'll slice them up, brother, by today

I'm speeding at three hundred, Valentino Rossi
I'm thinking about making yellow, green, and red money
She's beautiful, tattooed with wavy hair
Only she likes only, brother, the toxic types

I'm not toxic
But I'm Don Big
Even if I was in and out of those woods
With shady types, tough types
With the same people, brother, in the same places
I don't talk to people, I smoke with monsters
I don't mind your business, you mind ours
You don't make our money, we make yours
Because we've sweated for it, we've chased it
That's why I click on these daddy's boys
Who talk about the street with their daddy's ass
You'd like to live here, kids with Kalashnikovs
I close the Arai helmet and we come to rob you

I'm speeding at three hundred, Valentino Rossi
I'm thinking about making yellow, green, and red money
She's beautiful, tattooed with wavy hair
Only she likes only, brother, the toxic types

I'm speeding at three hundred, Valentino Rossi
I'm thinking about making yellow, green, and red money
She's beautiful, tattooed with wavy hair
Only she likes only, brother, the toxic types

From the area in Corso Como they called me Lupin
I asked you what time it was then I made you the Rolex
I never went home, the commissioner was looking for me
Tiki Taka for the area, kids run like Mbappè
I didn't do it at school but in the courtyard mathematics
We did grams, we didn't do grammar
Neither chemistry, nor algebra, nor science, brother, nor physics
I didn't get a diploma but I have a street qualification
On an RS6 like forty-six I run from these cops and fuck the police
Pirates of the street, brother, like One Piece
On a wheel, the Pirellis burn

I'm speeding at three hundred, Valentino Rossi
I'm thinking about making yellow, green, and red money
She's beautiful, tattooed with wavy hair
Only she likes only, brother, the toxic types

I'm not toxic
But I'm Don Big
Even if I was in and out of those woods
With shady types, tough types
With the same people, brother, in the same places

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