(Yes, his girlfriend, yes)
(Wow, who's going to fuck her?)

I have the helmet like bikers
On the bench I cut the mustard (skrrt)
You know what karma attracts me (attracts me)
In your street, I make matters go away
I'm this slave who stirs the earth
I'm this nomad who drifts the iron
I'm this child who gets hard on the irons (vrm-vrm)
Down at your mother's I turn off the headlights

My white girls shoot like Rick (wow)
My niggas count bricks (baw)
Full quality in the VIP
I want you to see me, I don't tint the windows
It's the YooMoney respect (wow)
Young mixed race, I stack (I stack it)
I ride in the Scat Pack
And it's solo that I smoke the pack
You disgust me, I puke
When you talk, I doubt (I doubt)
You're an animator, don't tell girls you play football
Winter I wear boots, winner from the start
Showcase at the Telethon, everyone stand up (stand up)
Money is taboo, my bitch is your mouth
And it turns out that your chick is another guy's bitch
She scratches your rims, she says, "oops" (woops)
She fucks with my opps
You don't know what the big whore does as you turn around at Heps (at Heps)

Nigga, run or dance the DD boy
I aim for the head and I aim for the maximum
You want my money? Get up in the morning
I do collage like in kindergarten
They want to commit me
It's certain that they pray that I don't fill my tours completely (sold out)
Business class, business, I die in peace if the flight is diverted
(Eh-eh, han, han, han, han, han)

I tell her, "relax"
It's dry so I lick my fingers
In secret, I like milfs and old AMG C63s
Ah shit, I am faithless
Emaciated by the coke
I like the one who tells me, "Zola, I don't give a fuck, I would do it well without you" (women)
On all fours like a centaur
The K9 only smells
For money, money, money, we can sell our health

The bitch, bitch, bitch, eh, eh
Wouh
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Brr, poh, poh, nah, hey
Wow, wow, wow, wow, hey

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