[Intro]
Brrraaaaa!

[Verse 1]
Miami Yacine, bitch, I stay ruthless just like Zé Pequeno
Rheinische Straße, deep into the night, junkies are cooking heroin
Cocaina, coca-cocaina
Coke from Peru or Costa Rica
Stashing dollar bills in tax oases like Verona Pooth
Three years of prison for the akhi, because he was selling dope in a Range Rover
Tony Sosa, Tony, Tony Sosa
Do what you want, I will stay anyway
Fuck your workout plan, son of a bitch, the ghetto keeps me fit
The three-star chef serves chateaubriand to Miami Yacine
Fuck your Renault Clio, I have the chief position
Making millions with Despo, it should be rewarding
Otherwise, I continue swimming against the tide
'68 black Chevy
Fake my death live Machiavelli
Ya haboub makes the Çarşaf ready
Five houndred grams of cocaine, ask Miami
To all my brothers behind bars
They can't experience my rise
Five gold chains around my neck like Mr. T
Fuck your sympathy!
[Hook]
Two kilos of cocaina, directly from Costa Rica
Everything as clean as Mona Lisa, I will be a big earner soon
And they ask me: "Where is this white stuff from?"
And I just tell them: "Mon frère, don't be jealous, I'm successful"
Two kilos of cocaina, directly from Costa Rica
Everything as clean as Mona Lisa, I will be a big earner soon
And they ask me: "Where is this white stuff from?"
And I just tell them: "Mon frère, don't be jealous, I'm successful"

Scurr, scurr, scurr

[Verse 2]
Sitting in the Mercedes, surrounded by women a la Bella Hadid
Almost till dawn, sex in the hotel room without a condom
Gucci Sombrero, Gucci, Gucci Sombrero
Lying under palm trees at the beach of Montego
Tracksuit by Manchester United and a Breitling around my arm
A documentary about G's from the thirties is on my plasma tv
Cosa Nostra, Cosa, Cosa Nostra
Nowadays, rappers are just fashion bloggers
Yacine the godfather wears Gianni Versace like 2Pac Shakur
(Scurr, scurr, scurr)
My ex-girlfriend calls me now, because I'm on my way to become a superstar
Rolex, the number one on my podium
My boys smuggle dope in their mopeds
BKA, LKA
They know that this Maghrebi's business is running like Benzema
Dribble through them like Ben Arfa
The bills are colorful like highlighters
The russian hoe on the passenger seat is one of my groupies and is called Svetlana
I fuck daughters of oligarchs
Business with sheiks from the Emirates
Akhi, no depression periods anymore, like heroin junkies on chemicals
[Hook]
Two kilos of cocaina, directly from Costa Rica
Everything as clean as Mona Lisa, I will be a big earner soon
And they ask me: "Where is this white stuff from?"
And I just tell them: "Mon frère, don't be jealous, I'm successful"
Two kilos of cocaina, directly from Costa Rica
Everything as clean as Mona Lisa, I will be a big earner soon
And they ask me: "Where is this white stuff from?"
And I just tell them: "Mon frère, don't be jealous, I'm successful"