[Intro]
Mob
Ay, ay

[Verse 1]
Rolling 'em up on the bus (Ay), you make me pee, Mel Brooks
Don't polish me, I've been rapping for ten years, bro, you can't kill me, Deadpool
I've got wings even without RedBull, with my first album, a nice tour
I've come to fuck the scene up, brother, on a white horse, Ben-Hur
Fame doesn't change me, neither do these greenies
My plans haven't changed, brother
When I'll be rich I'll still use my hands to eat
As if I didn't know that it is impolite
I speak with food in my mouth, even if you think that's gross
I've got a bitch beside me
My wrist tells you that she's not my type
I'll give you my middle finger, like in Piazza Affari (Ay)
Fortunately this shit kept me busy (Ay), otherwise I'd be on the street taking drugs (Ay)
What you stand up for?
The only Zzala (Ooh)
From Z to A, from A to Z
The only Zzala
I'm the best player on the field, not Zalayeta
What goes around comes around, the one who rolls it has to light it
You're talking about nothing, you're checking my math
Bro, you act like my mother
For the scene I'm like the remedial teacher (Ay)
Yes, you can gain some credits (Ay)
You can have a come back, of course, believe it
You want this chain (No, no)
But you don't deserve it (No, no)
You don't deserve it, ay
[Hook]
I wasn't worth a penny to you (Ay)
Now they all scream my name (Yes)
I stop the time like Dalì (Dalì)
I smash two Rolex on the ground
Wow, poor you
You wish I was dead
Wow, poor you
If you thought I was wrong
Wow, one meter from the ground with these Louboutin
Wow, don't try to stop me, bro, poor you

[Verse 2]
Who knows what you're saying about me
Bro, relax, I won't be offended
You're the album of the year of this weekend
And think that it has turned out worse for someone
Like the guys with a table in the VIP room
They're twenty sharing a bottle of Dom Pérignon
My new girlfriend looks like Céline Dion
She spends all her money at Celine and Dior, yah
To kill it in live show, ooh
I didn't learn it in books
Gold on my hands, Klondike
Tattoos like Nikolai Lilin
I make a toast to all of my scars
My name, you can't talk about it
'Cause you know you can't say it
Like "but although", or like the Fight Club
Schooling you without studying
Obsessed with this big booty
We're the best, Rick Rubin
Day 'n 'Nite, Kid Cudi
No snitches, please close it, ay
With me you can't argue
You must even say: "Pardon me" (Pardon me)
A bunch of poor deluded
They think that to be great and to spam themselves they just need a stage at Wind Music, ay
I smoke another pack of cigarettes (Pack of cigarettes), ay
I rub cash on her as it was Nivea (Nivea), ay
I keep my business away from my family, woh
I never wear the same shoes twice in a row
[Hook]
I wasn't worth a penny to you (Ay)
Now they all scream my name (Yes)
I stop the time like Dalì (Dalì)
I smash two Rolex on the ground
Wow, poor you
You wish I was dead
Wow, poor you
If you thought I was wrong
Wow, one meter from the ground with these Louboutin
Wow, don't try to stop me, bro, poor you

[Outro]
Mob