They're throwing east coast signs to a west coast song
Standing waving their hands like it's sign language
And they don't get it when I say, 'Young and horny'
Singing, 'Love is blind' but I guess that's how it goes
I have a gangster she's my gangster wife
She has a rich family but they have gangster vibes
In their gangster crib they have gangster knives
And it's turn-of-the-century, three-fourteen ceiling height
I have a baddie she lives out in Danderyd
She has a gangster psychosis and a gangster style
She's done a lot to ride in a gangster's car
You know a lot happens in a gangster's life
Everything's gotta be expensive, bro, Balenciaga
She gets a G, bro, goes and blows it all in Prada
Like an accountant, she keeps track of my money
If she meets a pig, bro, she tells them nada
She's wondering where the party at
And she moves like Gamora from The Guardians
She's my gangster wife and she does gangster sh*t
In a year, in a year, tell me, where are we?
I say 'Wherever you want', she answers, 'Please exaggerate'
Our relationship is good but I think it's on overtime
If it gets out of hand, baby, bounce, take your sh*t
Man, suck as many d*cks as your school grades
Saying you hate us but you've learned every word in secret
If you wanna be cool, you should get a time machine
Go to 1997 and try to steal my style
And they wanna talk money, money doesn't talk
That's the kind of stuff she says 'cause she's my gangster
Trying to talk but it just sounds awful
And her loveliness, it smells good in any weather
She's wondering where the party at
And she moves like Gamora from The Guardians
She's my gangster wife and she does gangster sh*t
She's wondering where the party at
And she moves like Gamora from The Guardians
She's my gangster wife and she does gangster sh*t
I meant everything I said
Right now she's staying by my side, we're going 'til the end
She grinds harder than the guys 24/7
The clothes are expensive now
AMG, G-Wagon, those are cars we can drive now
Look at her outfit, it's triple your rent now
Flexing with a Rolle, it's mine, darling
Just point in the store, it's yours, darling
Bro, there's a difference between mine and yours, darling
She's my gangster wife and she's deadly
She's wondering where the party at
And she moves like Gamora from The Guardians
She's my gangster wife and she does gangster sh*t
She's wondering where the party at
And she moves like Gamora from The Guardians
She's my gangster wife and she does gangster sh*t