I had a bad dream
The alcohol was gone
I was at a lame party
There was a shitty DJ

Luckily some smart girls (oh-oh-oh)
Had hidden the bottles (oh-oh-oh)
The DJ sucks with group dances
Give us the console and we'll smash everything

With hands up while the world comes down
Let's drink to it, let's go wherever you want
I'm always on tour, I toast to the plane for the south
With hands up, up, up

With hands up, black money on tour
Fendi and Saint Laurent, you want my life
Stacks of money while others pretend
Clowns shoot and run
Pull the iron from the belt, yeah, yeah, yeah

I say to the replay on the DJ's CD
Little chick in Catania and another in the States
I hit the dance floor, Moët and Cristal, bro everything is paid for
I tell everyone underpaid, even your commissioner, haha

With hands up while the world comes down
Let's drink to it, let's go wherever you want
I'm always on tour, I toast to the plane for the south
With hands up, up, up

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