[Intro]
All these people fight with me, they give themselves all kinds of movies
Pockets full, I have enemies, yes, and files
I have dollars and pounds, I also gave grams and kilos
And bullets and balls, I have from powder to pills
I'm turning your wife into a post office, career into an ex
I'll piss on you until everyone yells at you
My people shook their elbows, everyone has a sprain
Rappers spit fake rhymes, say they got tuberculosis (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Still have
A little more to put them to sleep
Dining at the Sheraton
I was the wife of the man, he lied to me that he was the founder
By my side until I die, I can see that he wants us to marry
Just sing facts, slap him, put him to sleep

[Stanza]
Drunk dick in a hotel, non-stop throwing up next door
The rock is a big mountain, don't cross it without a parachute
Six days without a bit of sleep, how will I get through?
At Floreasca I get up, I go to draw a line
I run out, I make a compromise, I go shopping
In two days we break a hundred
Everyone wants to stay with us, they want to penetrate
15 years, since then we rule the planet from the shadows
They make brigades, I have ten people in my family
Drogatu' smokes vanilla pods
I'm bored, I have no competition, I draw a line
They made a band, they're number one, let's go April
I swear I'm pulling my nose at what they're doing
I give money, yes I haven't seen a clip where they touch the cars
You are a nephew, leave the witchcraft and nonsense
I pay four grand a night to fill my plates
Gangsters are okay, two lei character
I'm not kidding, give me a blowjob to see what it's like to take it
Get over it, I know it hurts and you still want me
Head up, princess, the crown falls, it's too gay
Beyblade head, mind playing hockey
You have the gait of a volleyball champion
You got roasted spinach, sailor, you're not Popeye
Either you're a mobster, or you're suffering from the former
Say which puppy it is, copy the model
Die with L-u', I can do you in any field
You're being attacked by a brother with an iron', it's causing chaos, I'm a prize
He makes sausage meat and I hope you have a place at Bellu
Flap pockets
Prayer, prose
Anturaju' costs
You are a sample
You didn't fit in the picture
Ego, overdose
Career, ex
We do it mail (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Still have
A little more to put them to sleep
Dining at the Sheraton
I was the wife of the man, he lied to me that he was the founder
By my side until I die, I can see that he wants us to marry
We're just singing facts, slap him, get some sleep
Still have
A little more to put them to sleep
Dining at the Sheraton
I was the wife of the man, he lied to me that he was the founder
By my side until I die, I can see that he wants us to marry
We're just singing facts, slap him, get some sleep