Rolex - Keed, OG Eastbull, Super Ed

Mama mi-a zis sa nu am incredere in nimeni si doar sa

Trag pentru mine si atat ca toti vor tot dar nimeni nu vrea sa imparta

Eu n-am vrut sa cred asa ceva, n-am crezut ca poate exista

Atata pasiune pentru fictiune, minciuna si ura in cineva

Am zis ca nu ma las-las, nu m-am convins pana nu m-am ars- ars

Inc-odata, inc-odata, inc-odata, pot sa jur ca se facuse coada

Da dar, vezi tu, asta-mi trebuia, trebuia s-o simt pe pielea mea

Si acum aici cu Satra, mai zi ceva

Daca nu facem banii, nu ma deranja daca nu e vorba de lovea

Nu ma face fericit pe mine, pe ai mei sau pe familia mea

Nu ma face mai bun ca om, artist sau lider in echipa mea

Tarfo, nu pierde timpul, tarfo, nu pierde timpul

Si nu ma suna doar cand ti-e gol frigiderul

Si nu insista cand vezi ca-ti resping apelul

Mai lasa vrajeala si zaharelul

Ca pupatu-n cur si excesul de zel nu iti intaresc caracterul

Si cand iti raspund la telefon, te rog, coite

Zi-mi direct ce doresti, nu o lua pe ocolite

Cine pula mea te vezi, ma?

A?

Si unde pula mea te crezi, ma?

A?

Timpul inseamna bani asa ca: Tarfo, nu pierde timpul

Coaie, nu ma deranja cand ma vezi ca-mi iau Lavazza

Nu vorbesti de lovea deci n-avem ce discuta

Uite-te la mine, sunt print in cartier, smecher

Camasa mea Ralph Lauren, miroase a Jean Paul Gaultier

Fac banii de pe telefon, de-un Mercedes Benz

Sunt golan de nota 10, d-asta pizda ta ma iubeste

Timpul meu costa o gramada la fel ca marfa boliviana

Ridic 100 de kile, am piept de gorile

Asculta, copile, vrei sa fii ca mine

Regula de baza: incredere in nimeni

Oh nu, nu, nu pierde timpul, frate

Daca nu facem banii, nu ma deranja daca nu e vorba de lovea

Nu ma face fericit pe mine, pe ai mei sau pe familia mea

Nu ma face mai bun ca om, artist sau lider in echipa mea

Tarfo, nu pierde timpul, tarfo, nu pierde timpul

Si nu ma suna doar cand ti-e gol frigiderul (Alo? Ce faci, Keedule?)

Si nu insista cand vezi ca-ti resping apelul (Da, frate, clar)

Mai lasa vrajeala si zaharelul

Ca pupatu-n cur si excesul de zel nu iti intaresc caracterul (Nu pierdem timpul

daca nu-i vorba de bani)

Si cand iti raspund la telefon, te rog, coite (Stie fratioru ce zici)

Zi-mi direct ce doresti, nu o lua pe ocolite

Cine pula mea te vezi, ma?

A?

Si unde pula mea te crezi, ma?

A?

Timpul inseamna bani asa ca: Tarfo, nu-mi pierde timpul

Ne bagam pula in astia, lasa-i sa vorbeasca.

Lasa-i pe hateri sa-si faca treaba,

noi ne facem banii, ne vedem de pula noastra.

Asa, frumos, ai grija de tine.

Te pupa fratele.

SKRRT

My mother told me not to trust anyone and only to

I shoot for myself and everyone wants everything but no one wants to share

I didn't want to believe something like that, I didn't think it could exist

So much passion for fiction, lies and hatred in someone

I said I won't give up, I didn't convince myself until I got burned

Once, once, once again, I can swear that there was a queue

Yes, but, you see, this is what I needed, I needed to feel it on my skin

And now here with Satra, say something else

If we don't make the money, I don't mind if it's not about hitting

It doesn't make me, my people, or my family happy

It doesn't make me better as a person, artist or leader in my team

Motherfucker, don't waste your time, motherfucker, don't waste your time

And don't just call me when your fridge is empty

And don't insist when you see that I reject your call

Leave the spell and the sugar

As a kiss in the ass and excess zeal do not strengthen your character

And when I answer your phone, please, wait

Tell me directly what you want, don't take sides

Who the fuck are you, ma?

Huh?

And where the hell do you think you are, ma?

Huh?

Time means money so: Tarfo, don't waste time

Coai, don't mind when you see me taking my Lavazza

You don't talk about love, so we have nothing to discuss

Look at me, I'm a prince in the neighborhood, a trickster

My Ralph Lauren shirt, it smells like Jean Paul Gaultier

I make the money from the phone, from a Mercedes Benz

I'm a grade 10 naked, that's why your pussy loves me

My time costs a lot like Bolivian goods

I lift 100 kilos, I have gorilla chest

Listen, baby, you want to be like me

Basic rule: trust no one

Oh no, no, don't waste your time, bro

If we don't make the money, I don't mind if it's not about hitting

It doesn't make me, my people, or my family happy

It doesn't make me better as a person, artist or leader in my team

Motherfucker, don't waste your time, motherfucker, don't waste your time

And don't just call me when your fridge is empty (Hello? What are you doing, Keedule?)

And don't insist when you see me rejecting your call (Yeah bro, sure)

Leave the spell and the sugar

As kissing in the ass and excess of zeal do not strengthen your character (We don't waste time

if it's not about money)

And when I answer your phone, please, bro (You know what you're talking about, brother)

Tell me directly what you want, don't take sides

Who the fuck are you, ma?

Huh?

And where the hell do you think you are, ma?

Huh?

Time means money so: Tarfo, don't waste my time

We stick our dick in them, let them talk.

Let the haters do their thing,

we make our money, we see our dick.

So, beautiful, take care of yourself.

I was kissing you brother.

SKRRT