[Intro]
Diego

[Verse 1: Lazza]
I get out of a sport car, I make you feel like the third wheel (third wheel)
I ask the boss for the menu, but eventually I'll take the usual (Ok, boss)
Of course (of course)
I'm really busy, bro, you've gotta believe me (believe me, I swear)
I trade a girl for money, like Terry Benedict (ooh)
Moolah, rock me (ooh)
Press hard on my neck like a cuban link
I know it's hard, b (b), but don't think (no)
That when you talk I'm gonna stand up, like Ludacris
Ok, gringo, I've got a bingo
I shut this stupid kid's mouth up
It looks like I won, it's like having a fight with Kimbo
You can taste this pair of Timbo
It's bettеr not to say it
I'm on the top of this building, bro, King Kong
But I'm not alone, I've got a bitch that gеts low to take my dick, bro, like it was limbo (bleah)

[Hook: Lazza]
Say it (say it to me)
You're jealous of the hands I shake (ooh)
My single is out and you become single (ay)
I don't trust you, you look like a cop (bleah)
I take it and I spend it, bro, I'm in a limbo (bling), limbo
It's not in my DNA to be fake (no), fake
She wants on herself my new Vlone (ah), Vlone
I swear, she almost convinced me (ay), 'vinced me (Lazza), muah
[Verse 2: Gemitaiz]
Gemitaiz, "Yes, I know who he is, the guy with tatoos on his head? (yes)
With some fresh bars and a skinny girl"
A weed joint to you, yes, that's a cigarette
Hurry up, let's party
Yes, we fly like Cessna in a storm (ueoh)
A girl with a mullet and a girl with a mohawk (bah)
Who roll joints until half past one (uoh)
I've listened to your album, it sounds really bad
It's better to be tied and to drown in the Persian Gulf
You'd better find something to talk about in your lyrics, bro
Rather than telling me that I seem anorexic (eh)
I eat four times a day, two tuna tartares
I smoke until I fall asleep (ay, ay, ay)
Yes, my life is better than porn, baby (ooh)
Bring the club down, yes, bro, they've seen us (vroom)
We rap better than the black guys, and we're more white than the Beasties (oops)
We've got to the top without being sad (ooh)
Bro, what wouldn't you say to sell more albums? (ahahah)

[Hook: Lazza]
Say it (say it to me)
You're jealous of the hands I shake (ooh)
My single is out and you become single (ay)
I don't trust you, you look like a cop (bleah)
I take it and I spend it, bro, I'm in a limbo (bling), limbo
It's not in my DNA to be fake (no), fake
She wants on herself my new Vlone (ah), Vlone
I swear, she almost convinced me (ay), 'vinced me, muah