[Verse 1: Quebonafide]
I've never been to a techno party
On my neck heavy metal hanging
They make you a drink in that shaker with mint
My heart beats like David Guetta
I feel like a millionaire from the ghetto
'Cause my little town is a favela
She tells me to stop for a while
But in my head, there's only here and now
Your place and moment - use it
Sorry, I did not go to this concert in Sfin
But I was half dead with that PVC in my vein
My mother is praying because I am losing strength
But whatever you say I never lose face
There is no time to rest, I hate beaches
My "tiny" is still "huge" for them
I don't care about journalists and entourage

[Refrain: Quebonafide & Taco Hemingway]
Shock, a millionaire from a tyke in a year, a millionaire from a tyke in a year
I live as if I won in a lottery
Shock, a millionaire from a tyke in a year, a millionaire from a tyke in a year
I live as if I won in Lotto

[Verse 2: Taco Hemingway]
I don't usually go to shoe premieres
And you will never see me on the wall
I buy those mountains of clothes with my own money
My heart beats like I'm deadmau5e
Mr. driver, share the Bluetooth
I listen to new beats in the taxi
I make little steps to big movements
I'm making money, I'm making art like Bogusław Bagsik
Half my summer I spent in the studio
Nazi's are marching in the city
Youth here is hailing because there is no work
Youth swallow lies, we have hard times
Fear again, I won't fall asleep again
Again I'll have to run over the iron wall
I'll put my people in the first class like Rudolf Kastner
And I'll build brand new world, because I can bitch

[Refrain: Quebonafide & Taco Hemingway]
Shock, a millionaire from a tyke in a year, a millionaire from a tyke in a year
I live as if I won in a lottery
Shock, a millionaire from a tyke in a year, a millionaire from a tyke in a year
I live as if I won in Lotto

[Verse 3: Quebonafide]
I feel like Tommy Cash now
On my speakers there's Winaloto
My plan constructed like Bionicles
Your only plan is to take my photo
At night I dream of dying on the stage
But maybe it's a dream for later
My only inspiration is gone
My heart beats like Kalkbrenner
The only thirst, take it from the oasis
I think about God today, more often than about home
I think about the evil I've created and to whom
It was a difficult birth, I think about peace
So I apologize, sorry
I create a story like the Giant Comic
So much gold that I look like Midas
So much gold that I look like a gypsy, but what is it for?!

[Refrain: Quebonafide & Taco Hemingway]
Shock, a millionaire from a tyke in a year, a millionaire from a tyke in a year
I live as if I won in a lottery
Shock, a millionaire from a tyke in a year, a millionaire from a tyke in a year
I live as if I won in Lotto

[Verse 4: Taco Hemingway]
I'm staying at Muranow again
Kuba flee to Zanzibar
I'm still out of time, I'm making music
I don't even know when I will spend this money
Prometheus, when I spit fire
I get more and more lost when I record
Instead of Filip, I wrote Taco on the contract
That's bad, I might need to change bank
I keep singing the same stuff, Fifi barrel organ
They keep asking me when I will drop a album
This train to fame is a real chariot
They wanted to lead me, like a character in Sims
Give me some Simoleons
Old Fifi, new plans
Veni Vidi Vici, like Potter Harry
Come one Que, quick eco diesel on BP and we're off