Ha, you're dirty but I'm meaner
In the club, I run into your mom
And I wanna leave quick 'cause we gotta weigh
And your client's served, you gotta be earlier
I lost it all but got reunited with cash
Prayed for my sins every now and then
I dine out for a good price
I'm a publisher, they book me
Fitted with an alarm in the back
So they come through the front, what did you think?
For those goldies I pull out brakkas, man
I was in the streets for nights on end
Here the nights are long and the days short
I'm sleep-deprived 'cause I sleep too little
I finish it or I blow it
How she licks my banana makes me crazy proud
If they're after me today, I'm gone tomorrow
I empty your safe, not your worries
I still remember the days I was unknown
Now I'm on top while you're underneath
I had to race the police so many times, man
But now I'm insured, I got a policy, man
Grip on the scene, I'm dominant
Soufiane, but the white boys say Sofie Jan
Why you stressing me, ya zina, ya zina?
I'm on the street, I'm with thieves, with thieves
I don't even think about love, I'm focused on earning
So don't fall too in love, no
Why you stressing me, ya zina, ya zina?
I'm on the street, I'm with thieves, with thieves
I don't even think about love, I'm focused on earning
So don't fall too in love, no
Focused, I'm dedicated
Always after loot, not messing with sl*ts
You're sleeping on me, never stayed in bed
All or nothing, that's how many think
There's cash in my hood, but who pulls the most?
Better bury it or stash it in flats
Rip deal, they can shank you in your flat
I had trash but never messed with gangs
I was on the streets, looked demonically possessed
For this sh*t that I own now
And I asked for a mill but got fans
So you get that I spit this for you
Cold bro, even when I spit in July
For vacation I'm back in the July rush
And I carry that nine, who's your striker?
You talk a lot, but still y'all do nothing
Why you stressing me, ya zina, ya zina?
I'm on the street, I'm with thieves, with thieves
I don't even think about love, I'm focused on earning
So don't fall too in love, no
Why you stressing me, ya zina, ya zina?
I'm on the street, I'm with thieves, with thieves
I don't even think about love, I'm focused on earning
So don't fall too in love, no
After 'Lauw' she was really in love
You act the big man but you're not
No diploma, then you'll have to run, friend
Get caught in winter, won't see the spring
Your whip gets rented out and sold
First stored in a shed or a box
Then everything's gone, bring it pure or with locks
Bring it pricey to the shop
In my hood you find cops
Lotta cash bro, invest in gold
A lot gets carried, sometimes things go wrong
Don't need to see your statement, I trust you blind
Flash me once, I'll never trust you again
You don't get it, so I'll teach you
And you're not on, what are you forcing now?
That Philipp Plein shirt is f*cking old
Why you stressing me, ya zina?
I'm on the street, I'm with thieves
I don't even think about love, I'm focused on earning
So don't fall too in love, no
Why you stressing me, ya zina, ya zina?
I'm on the street, I'm with thieves, with thieves
I don't even think about love, I'm focused on earning
So don't fall too in love, no