[Intro]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
[Verse 1]
He's got me you need 1 euro notes
Fuck the yellow notes, the purple notes
It's worse than coke, it's worse than hero'
I can spit all my dinero there
If you put your big butt in my head
I'm going to spend the wheat in packets
Italian butt
It's on me It takes less to turn me into a Kraken
The neon lights hit your powerful buttocks
You laugh at my not funny jokes
I put two or three bills in your string
Then I I'm going to spoil the next one
I would be able to thank God if it wasn't too blasphemous
Too many bulls on my radar, it's hot like in a crematorium
[Chorus]
Tickets, tickets
Tickets, tickets, tickets
Tickets, tickets
Tickets, tickets, tickets
Tickets, tickets
Tickets, tickets, tickets
Tickets, tickets
Tickets, tickets, tickets
Get on the table, on the bar
On the bar, take the bundles (yeah x4)
Your ass wiggles to the notes you feel in the bass (yeah x4)
Get on the table, on the bar
On the bar take the wads (yeah x4)
Get on the table, on the bar
On the bar take the bundles (yeah x4)
[Verse 2]
I want a bundle as big as a book
To make planes in the strip club
To impress our salary on their own
We spend day and night like a Kid Cudi
Renoi I'll back his ass for the modest sum of this SMS
The job is a butterfly effect, if God wants I'll buy an SLS
In this kind of place, I behave badly, renoi
I behave like I'm not allowed
br/>Turn around, touch your toes, I want you to be able to scrape your nail polish
Look the nigga in the eyes when you open it wide like a whore
You make it there ¢dear the most stingy, but little one I swear it's not a scam
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
It's the kind of glutes of space who transforms Superman into Clark Kent
He turns a dance into a racket and awakens all his unhealthy impulses
Renoi don't bring your credit card if you don't want to be robbed
You'll cry like a madeleine
And you're going to go look at your shoes
We're on edge
Mamen, a beautiful gale-sen, imagine the scene
Spain, caliente, a Italian
Mas, mas, mas, mas on the sses-fe las tetas
Bundle, bundle, bundle, there's nothing stopping me anymore
Brrr, tickets, tickets, tickets, she counts the notes like a machine gun
She does her thing, there's nothing to slow her down
Hustleuse, hustleuse like Nabila-Ayem
[Chorus]

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