Ey, Pasha, Stickle
Ey, ey, ey

Ey, yo, I'm counting small bills in my entrance hall
She says, "Call me when you can come out"
I rock a blue tracksuit relaxed
Symba Doublecup, RB smokes two grams
I'm counting small bills in my entrance hall
She says, "Call me when you can come out"
I rock a blue tracksuit relaxed
Symba Doublecup, RB smokes two grams

Ey, yo, curls peeking out from the Tn-cap
Lacoste tattoo on my leg, Nike tattoo on my stomach
Long night in the hood, at some point I'll come to you
Canim, please pray that nothing happens to me today
RB smokes two grams, Cano counts money
Only go on my knees when a bill falls down
Backyard in the hood, chilling with Shabab
We listen to 22Gz, OFB every day
Asics and Tns in front of the door when we chill
Berlin-Crime-Wave, people feel our movie
Scars on the skin, Prada bag from the bazaar
Old love in my dream, new love in my arms
We are angels, but fallen, two thousand in Berlin
Today we drive through the hood and want to earn thousands
Wings are broken and souls are getting cold
I'll be at most thirty, Canim, no, I won't get old

Ey, yo, I'm counting small bills in my entrance hall
She says, "Call me when you can come out"
I rock a blue tracksuit relaxed
Symba Doublecup, RB smokes two grams
I'm counting small bills in my entrance hall
She says, "Call me when you can come out"
I rock a blue tracksuit relaxed
Symba Doublecup, RB smokes two grams

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