[Verse 1]
Now she's telling "Habibi" and asking what is up
Always just termins, I'm telling "Désolé"
Unluckily, lately it's been hard, I was to late again
And not any of your goals is on my way
I am packing a brand new Louis-Bag, and closing luggage space
Today neither hole in my stomach, brother, or in my shoes
I see a table covered for me, when I wake up
That's why I wanted escape from a ghetto
I'm in my mid-twenties and living my dream
Asi's arrogant, yes enlightening every room
No sense or understanding, maybe i'll be gone soon
But at least I have made a lot of smoke

[Chorus]
I'm loading a Colt
Ok, when you want
G- Wagon is rolling
And we are riding for gold, we are riding for gold

I'm loading a Colt
Ok, when you want
And G- Wagon is rolling
Brother we are riding for gold, we are riding for gold

[Verse 2]
I'm getting ready for trip
I'm squandering purple cash
A Revolver is loaded, the voices in my head
At nights I am all alone with them
Bug's different than yours, ghost intoxicated
At night thru my life, in Tokyo in cold rain
I'm undercover, hiding in Rolls-Royce
A young man, who runs with a Colt in bank
Suitcase full to the brim
Chicago, Chicago
Milano, Milano
Ti amo, ti amo
And a nose just like Pablo