Olej drops a beat that f*cks up your head
Laps in the AMG, homie, that's my cardio
I chop the rock with a card, chop it with a card
In my world, bro, there's nothing for free
Cash is what counts, cash is what counts
Distribution from Rotterdam, Caramelo hashish
White coconut rocks just like Rafaello
A young guy, money from drugs, rolls up in a Panamera
Chicks get wet at the sight, they say: "Look at him"
I'm causing chaos in the city, they call me "a wild one"
Sl*t after sl*t and I don't change the sheets
Bottle after bottle, and I pour it down her throat
She comes in heels, and f*ck, I'm wearing sneakers
200 an hour: Jerozolimskie Avenues
In the back seats, Chivas and your b*tch
She did a line, wants another, I'll give her a discount
She can't pay, she doesn't give a f*ck anyway
Laps in the AMG, homie, that's my cardio
I chop the rock with a card, chop it with a card
In my world, bro, there's nothing for free
Cash is what counts, cash is what counts
Laps in the AMG, homie, that's my cardio
I chop the rock with a card, chop it with a card
In my world, bro, there's nothing for free
Cash is what counts, cash is what counts
Suck my d*ck, b*tch, King Bibič Yugo
If one is wasted, I move on to the next one
Wólka Kosowska, a stall with fakes
Many a rich guy comes here with foreign currency
Protein shakes, bulk, cut, form
Black skin genetics, a horny chick
A rifle in my hand and a stock between my legs
A black guy, and in Praga they call me homie
P*ssy torn up like a magician's sleeve
Head always open like Magik's window
I'm f*cking chicks, mostly Malik's fans
And I still sh*t on you like dogs on lawns
Laps in the AMG, homie, that's my cardio
I chop the rock with a card, chop it with a card
In my world, bro, there's nothing for free
Cash is what counts, cash is what counts
Laps in the AMG, homie, that's my cardio
I chop the rock with a card, chop it with a card
In my world, bro, there's nothing for free
Cash is what counts, cash is what counts