Dbackinyahead, motherfuckers
Social housing inside like the Duomo
The Glocks in the game are full of hate
He moves it in the club and I don't even move
They ask for photos and bags of soda
Gold necklaces go back and forth
While I collect, the ego grows fat
Only with my eye can I recognize the weight
You're a brat, not a serious one
Taranto-Siracusa, 'Ssafra with Messina
I'm thinking a lot about money like Matteo Messina
She changed my breath, but it's not a mint
I want a lot of gold on me like Pope Wojtyla
Yo, 'Don't do baby,' she said and I'll pull the plug on you
Southerners intruded into the scene like the CIA
Parking at Warner's, arriving on top of a FIAT
With four idiots who don't speak the language
Yo, whoever taught me how to cut it is called the
I'm thinking about my dough, my purse, my loot
I get one hundred euros out, but from just one dot
I get the coke in B- the pastries from Berlin
Tech pack, smell of petrol in the cellophane
Ski mask, ways to make money in DNA
All that glitters is not gold, MDMA
Tech pack, smell of petrol in the cellophane
Ski mask, I have ways to make money in your city
In the morning he has MDMA in his mouth
Don Pero and Kid Yugi, southerners that's why you ask us
Money in a family creates strangers
This is why I have done things, this is why I have contents
That's why I was silent and did like Yami Yugi, yo
In Sicily with the dons, in Puglia with the attacking midfielders
We're closing deals like cabalists
Today you're looking for problems, tomorrow you don't already exist
We know we can do it, let's be realistic
Tech pack, smell of petrol in the cellophane
Ski mask, ways to make money in DNA
All that glitters is not gold, MDMA
Tech pack, smell of petrol in the cellophane
Ski mask, I have ways to make money in your city
In the morning he has MDMA in his mouth