[Part 1]
Bitch, you know who's at the start, your crew is fleeing in panic
The Don, I'm coming in the Ferrari, passenger seat: an Afghan woman
Life on the à Fast lane, my rap is pure testosterone
Like a lifelong anabolic cure, K to O, I'm on it and arrive with 40
Gangster songs like Ali Baba, Gold Chain, Ray Ban, platinum bracelet
Macho attitude, bitch, next to me Charlie Harper looks like Alice Schwarzer
MP5 under the Gucci shirt, bum, my biggest groupie girl is Miss
Universe, colleague the boss, see you call me sir in the streets
Out of the way, I'm rich as fuck, pour the cris on the bitch in the club
Kill the shit, tick pills to the chick, give her the dick Toilet at midnight
Shimmering lights, laser show, King in the Biz, Playerflow
Put out the Coke, sniff it from the palm of your hand in the middle of the dance floor, grab me a raver hoe
And bang her, yeah, look, the boss is dealing kilos of material on the block
Pulls out the Glock, aims at cops, shoots and promptly a hole decorates her head like a braid
Look, my loft is full with naked chicks that are as hot as nacho dips
You walk around all day with a fat guy like Asterix
[Hook]
Million' under the wooden parquet, AKs in the closet
[Hook]
Million' under the wooden parquet, AKs in the closet
/>AKs in the closet, AKs in the closet
Hey, hey, I'll fuck you with the pump gun
Gold-decorated mortar barrel, body like Van Damme
Million' under the wooden parquet, AKs in the closet
AKs in the closet, AKs in the closet
Drive-By from the sports coupé
Gunshots in the air for the boss in the game
[Part 2]
I'm holding them Gun at your father, frrrr, point the gun at your mom, frrrrr
Put the gun in your face, bitch, frrrr, bullets from the AK, bitch, frrrr
The boss in the game, seven mille cash in my wallet
Purple bills, mother fucker, my chain full of glasses, nightlife, drive-by from the sports coupé
Bam-Bam in your face, bum, who wants beef with the Don please? Kid, I'm coming with the baseball bat
Smash your ribs and you'll be posting your X-rays on Facebook a week later, Player
Who wants beef now? I'll kill the rap scene, rest in peace
Fly away in the jet, deal the crack packs, pull the Tec, aim and then shoot your head off, see
Kid, I'll bang your mom doggy style behind the stage , bum, don't say a word to the hooker
Go off again and buy villas on the coast of Hawaii, kid, and keep fit with sports
On the beach with the golden dumbbells, shoot my gun afterwards full in your bastard mouth
Pull the guntrigger, then send a condolence card to your crying junkie bride
K to the O, bitch, and your sister has such a crush
Rave about him Boss, while he's banging her girlfriend on the sofa at home
In the tantra seat, don't go G, everyone knows you're tame
Millions in the wooden parquet, AK-47s in the closet, bitch< br/>[Hook]