This chick's got her tongue on the floor and gives me a slick crib
The belt, the shoes are matching, my buddy's pregnant
He shoots white balls but sinks the clubs, yeah like a golfer
He follows these lines and they take him to gold on the podium, yeah like Sempista
My son's looking to sell, yeah like a wholesaler
People wanting this stuff stick to my *ss, yeah like a monkey
You ask for that cash fast
Yeah like a baby sucking a tit
He pumps up this wad of cash, yeah like a tire guy
Inside a paper a fir tree
I was supposed to be in jail, instead
I wanted to have, but not to show it off
No no no, no no no, no no no
This weed's so orange it looks like a peach
This chick's got a strawberry, bro, that makes my head spin
I've got a hundred shells in my pocket but I ain't going fishing
This little bag with the heart of a candy
A life without expectations
The somersaults just to make it to the end of the month
And now I almost always fly first class
This crazy life, bro, felt like it was calling me
The world spins its axis, we spin speakers
I'm the master at doing this sh*t right
I fight in this arena like Russell
As soon as class is in play, man
You disappear like Casper
They yell 'Ulalala' when the star shows up
Saint Peter and Saint Paul on my neck
The Moon over a white plate
There's f*ck-all registered
Yeah, but I got the Pantheon on my neck
I'm the first in Italy who's done what he says
And what I say, I do
Yeah, I'd die for my boys, career
This weed's so orange it looks like a peach
This chick's got a strawberry, bro, that makes my head spin
I've got a hundred shells in my pocket but I ain't going fishing
This little bag with the heart of a candy
White snow, broadband connection
Mom, white powdered milk
No cash in the bank, ten grand in my pocket, that's it
Pants drop, you're a meal, you're pasta
You're rich by bracket, by face
The duck falls for it, you're a duck that eats
Breaks the bank, Uncle Scrooge in the square
My *ss is on a golden bed
Salmon, avocado sauce
What I don't say the lawyer knows
Bro, this fish bit
We don't work, yeah but we work
At the well I've got something like the Big Bang
Bro, I got stuff that pops veins, arteries
This weed's so orange it looks like a peach
I cook this cure that looks like a pearl
I've got a hundred shells in my pocket but I ain't going fishing
Oysters, tables, car, kilos of weed
Ulalala, lalala, lalala, lalala, lalala
This weed's so orange it looks like a peach
This chick's got a strawberry, bro, that makes my head spin
I've got a hundred shells in my pocket but I ain't going fishing
This little bag with the heart of a candy
The dunes, the Tartars' desert on my jacket
This little bag, more than a bag, is a beach
This river of money ain't enough, dad, nothing in the bank
For my brother you're nothing but a plate of pasta