[Part 1]
Luxury suite, Luxorsuite
I'm standing at the window, inhaling weed deep into my chest
A couple of chicks downstairs want to take a picture, just
When I'm out the Luxor looks like wild cat hair
Player stories in figurative language
Packed on beats, Gs are pumping it in the silver car
Shimmering colors, the urban jungle blooms at night
Rain puddles reflect neon sign advertisements
Old homies ask me to lend him money out of decency
But all I pump are the ivory barbells
I can't help him, no, the bitches saw' n the rims shine
On the Pirelli tires and almost drowned in self-pity
Ah, and you have daydreams of luxury villas
I make cash purchases of luxury villas
So that you can chill in the club with a few brides in the evening
There's nothing left for you but the grass joint to kill your frustration
[Hook]
Me get off the plane, grab your iPhone
Flight mode, I'll change the timecode
Live shows, groupies roll'n blunts
Too many haters, not enough guns
I get out of the plane, pick up the iPhone
Flight mode, I change the timecode
Groupies roll'n blunts
Too many haters, not enough guns
[Part 2 ]
Guess who's back, Player
Fresh as the wind in the Ferrari convertible on the Maldives coast, Player
And your marriage is falling apart after years
Because your baby has a tattoo put my name on my hip, Player
Hey, I used to pull off fabric tickers
Today I'm pumping beats and writing lyrics in my loft in the city
And do that Blow'n with his head nodding to the beat
Because I'm up for it like a Dodge pickup truck
Emporio Armani scent, clouds of perfume smell
Tailored suit, gold Bracelet, Dolce & Gabbana jewelry
Look at the chrome rims on the purple Jaguar
Financed by coke fields in Nicaragua
Kid, I get so many marriage proposals from all over the rings
Button I have a chain and use it to distribute blows
To the next person who comes to me with me will with dir a common Life
So at least the whole thing has some meaning
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[Part 3]
You drink Evian, I drink Dom Pérignon
Yes, something like that costs a few Mosquitoes like a chameleon
11 p.m., hotel suite, out of the bathtub into the
bathrobe into the Prada robe into the ML Jeep
Don't waste time, I'm driving off, I'll take a quick look Nightclub Brides
Get in again, glide through the night at high speed like barn owls
Leave two police cars behind me
Like jacket collars behind me, chopped off like Christmas trees
Slow down the pace, pull out the steel-hard Testodick
Bang the ladies in the dark parking lot of the net
And when they're panting and putting on their eyelashes afterwards
I blow the blunt smoke laid-back into the winter night sky< br/>The moon sparkles in the precious accessories
I let the money rain at night on my sailing yacht in black
Because I live la vida loca, day after day, the only thing that is with you
Your teeth are loose again after a punch
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