[Verse 1]
And suddenly the rappers arrive again
Babble about style
And I realize that they don't have anything in mind anymore
They arrive with international features< br/>And chart positions that don't really make sense to me
Be that as it may, I'm not messing around with it
And I'm also not writing the frustration out of my body with these lines
Screw Feng Shui
I need a place with a swimming pool
And cheap whores
I'm completely high on the weed
High on the weed
My performance principle
I'm at a level where I earn a lot'
No idea where you are
Hide and Seek
This goes to the bitches at home
Lance Butters' cock is that one fattest out there
And if I fuck you it's over
Because bitch seriously, what did you think?
Hö? This is how I do it
Cash in my head since the earliest day
Because Mister Selfish himself doesn't give a fuck what you think of him
[Hook x2]
It it's about money, drugs, groupies and sex
Until the day I die
My head only revolves around cars
And the question of how can you buy as much as you want? doesn't need
[Verse 2]
And they don't want to believe me
The fucking boss like
Liam Neeson in 96 Hours
But fuck it
Because this one hate-fueled people
Are off like the Germans' sense of tact
If you play jams with your clique in piss villages
You don't get applause like a church band
You want to hustle for cash< br/>But everyone on the road hates you like truck drivers
It's almost like I don't have to do anything anymore
And that shit sells faster than Bubba Kush
You go with today's fashion
Because clothes make the man, but with your shattered dreams
Every bitch has had it
Cash in my head since the earliest day
Because Mister Selfish himself doesn't give a fuck what you think of him
It's about money
[Hook x2]

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