[Intro]
Money Gang
Brr, brr

[Verse 1]
You tell stories, stories of other people
I can see it by the way you speak
You didn't even see some things
You talk to me about drugs, you talk to me about weapons
You talk to me about big stacks of cash
Big fugitive friends
But a big asshole, bro
It's the only thing I see
And there's your bitch who calls me
Always at 4 am
She says you're high on Xanax
She says you don't fuck her hard enough
I take her to the city center and I buy her two bags
One is to keep money
I don't even see all these trappers
I don't even pay attention to them, they're already dead
You get ahead just on the mic
My bro is crazy, he's got a bionic nose
I lifted money like on the flat bench
I got your bitch on the car hood
And I call a friend
He comes and gets me on a tool
On the asphalt like my soles
While we are smoking on the roof
[Chorus]
You can find me walking around
Without a bodyguard, I call a friend
I've got two cars but I don't drive them
In your neighborhood they cheer on me
You can find me walking around
Without a bodyguard, I call a friend
I've got two cars but I don't drive them
In your neighborhood they cheer on me

[Verse 2]
Bulletproof for your hate
How much bullshit they told about me
Money in my bank account I shift it I move it
I gain it I spend it and I gain it again
I know that they want me dead
They're poor guys, how to blame them?
You wanted the cup but you'll get the cone
She tells me: "You're no good"
I'm outside in this hubbub
Too much money, I've got a round grave
You rap good, but I'm bored
On the Lambo we drift in the roundabout
Fifty on my wrist, fifty for a live
The Madonna on the neck, is the same as Duomo
Even your girlfriend knows well who I am
You're still at zero, like past year
Euros in my pants, I'm sorry, I don't know their names
I didn't still understand why you're talking about me and my homies
I've got a lot of sons, I've got a lot of doubles, I've got a lot of clones
But I don't have competitors
[Chorus]
You can find me walking around
Without a bodyguard, I call a friend
I've got two cars but I don't drive them
In your neighborhood they cheer on me
You can find me walking around
Without a bodyguard, I call a friend
I've got two cars but I don't drive them
In your neighborhood they cheer on me

[Outro]
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Money Gang
Billion Headz Money Gang-Gang-Gang-Gang
From nothing to something, from something to everything
Sfera Ebbasta, bro, ayy
Money Gang