La Ca$$a : traduction de Italien vers Anglais
I've been awake for half an hour and I've already done two thousand things
Two thousand races, I don't lose concentration
My concert is all sold out, it only takes twenty-four hours
Twenty-four hours, I expose all these actors
Man, you recognize my name, my bro still does that
But he doesn't talk about it, not like they do now
Born for this dirty game, I couldn't do better, no
Heading to the top, do you think I'm having fun?
Here they don't kiss you, they break your face
Attack or attack, no, don't leave a trace
Quick outfit change, I'm careful of the threat
Closing deals at a table, look, the price goes up
Butterfly doors on the car
First with butterfly knives inside a car
Closed until morning, we reviewed the tactic, no improvising
(Baby, we're filling the cash register, the cash register)
Baby, we're filling the cash register, the cash register, the cash register
For the money, I run, Rafa on the wing
Still awake, then I light another one
Then another, then another, I can't feel my face anymore, yeah
Baby, we're filling (the cash register, the cash register)
Baby, we're filling the cash register, the cash register
The devil kills you only when he hugs
But he has an ace up his sleeve
I've been awake for half an hour and I've already done two thousand hassles
The phone vibrates, there are too many messages
After a year without a break, I deserve a nice massage
Two thousand for a jacket, two hundred to kill you
There are no heroes here, but there's excellent heroin around
She shows off on Insta, crazy rogue girl
I made everything come true in a row, a bit like a prophecy
Get out of the way, you'd be doing a nice favor
Plaza, broski, I got you, oh, aiming with the Ruger
Cold ass feet, diamond ring (?)
Baby, hating on me, keep hating on the rhythm
Shots will be fired at your shooters
Baby, we're filling the cash register, the cash register, the cash register
For the money, I run, Rafa on the wing
Still awake, then I light another one
Then another, then another, I can't feel my face anymore, yeah
Baby, we're filling (the cash register, the cash register)
Baby, we're filling the cash register, the cash register
The devil kills you only when he hugs
But he has an ace up his sleeve