LYRICS GAME

A little bag from Wanda

Eyes red from Kosmos

Oh, I like it, I love it

Excess calls me

I'm feeling Mojo Jojo

Boutary, dining in France

Then, straight to London

Long guns ready

Diamonds on the thong

Fuck, fantastic

On one wrist, the Godfather's Jacob & Co., real nice

Here it's Ferrari, not Mercedes-Benz

The show is intense, well, otherwise, what's the point?

Well, otherwise, what's the point?

The boss, if there's any trouble, they jump in hot

The captain is ready, and the Glock's at hand

I'm King Midas, the big super is pink

James Bond style

...

Up with the fucking Dynasty, my old man

Bye

Behave yourself

What?, what?, What?

Naked Bratz-like girls at the pool party

They know, there's no one like me

Yes, dance for me, you motherfucking bitch

Come to my bed

I'll set you up with an OXXO store

Louis XIII in a red glass

Crazy out of my mind

White mountains of powder

Rocking Prada, looking gangster

I spot them by the smoke

On one wrist, the Godfather's Jacob & Co., real nice

Here it's Ferrari, not Mercedes-Benz

The show is intense, well, otherwise, what's the point?

Well, otherwise, what's the point?

The boss, if there's any trouble, they jump in hot

The captain is ready, and the Glock's at hand

I'm King Midas, the big super is pink

James Bond style