Holly wood thrills
Diamond stone grills
Thousand dollar shirts we ain’t worried about the bills
And she wanna ride cuz she know we make mills
Got a model and a bottle gonna party in the hills (2x)

If I never said a word then I’d never be wrong
If it wasn’t for a girl then I’d never write a song
And if it wasn’t for my dad then I’d always be gone
But I guess I never care anymore at all

Hanging from the trees
Falling on my knees
Running through the streets
I’m the kid with a dream
Now I’m walking with the Raf and the Simmons on my jeans
All I need is a bag and a pair of gold teeth

What’s the word, where’s the move
There’s a party I’m just trying to get into
No ones‘ home you can bring all your friends through
I got a penthouse up on a mountain
And 12 cars but I’m not counting

Holly wood thrills
Diamond stone grills
Thousand dollar shirts we ain’t worried about the bills
And she wanna ride cuz she know we make mills
Got a model and a bottle gonna party in the hills (x2)
Bangss
Catch me in the same fit I wore last week
Fucking on the same whore I met last week
Yea my car drives but it ain't that sweet
But at least I'm here
Germans created my whip (yeah)
German my instructor he know a lot of shit (yeah)
I could take your girl if it was really my wish
But lets be clear....
I don't know whats going on
Inside my head is like an octagon