Yeah (Ah-ah), yeah
Dresscode black
Dresscode black (Aziz)
Dresscode black
Dresscode black (Yeah, ah-ah, yeah)
Dresscode black
Dresscode black (Rrah)
Grrr
[Chorus: Luciano & BIA]
Who wants to be a millionaire? (Doh, doh)
Bleib’ auf Kurs, vor, Liq’, one shot in the air (Ah, ih-yeah)
Only for warnin’, lass deine Hektiks, Gang-Gang ist [?], ah
One shot, one opp, who wants to be a millionaire? (Ah)
Come to the top by myself (Yeah)
Baddie gibt Head in ‘nem Jet, ah (Yeah)
Doch meine Nerven gefickt (Grr)
Und deshalb die GLOCK unterm Bett (Ah, boh)
Who wants to be a millionaire? (Ah, Flex)
One shot, one opp, who wants to be a millionaire? (Grr)
[Verse 1: BIA & Luciano]
Who make a milli’ like I do?
I’m havin’ his and got mine too (Grr, cash)
I see them blow up before they go get it
Guess that’s what leadin’ the blind do
They fallin’ victim quickly, someone get them
I am rap with no conviction (No)
They goin’ broke, that’s no ambition (No)
I’m in Dior, that’s Christian, Christian (Dior, Dior)
Go Berlin for visits
Cashmere shiesty, leave no witness
He say, “You bad as fuck”, but baby, I’m also vicious (Vicious)
Foreigns flights, foreigns, I ain’t even have no tickets
Mashallah, better have my brain while I get my digits (Grr, doh, doh, doh-doh)
[Chorus: Luciano & BIA]
Who wants to be a millionaire? (Doh, doh)
Bleib’ auf Kurs, vor, Liq’, one shot in the air (Ah, ih-yeah)
Only for warnin’, lass deine Hektiks, Gang-Gang ist [?], ah
One shot, one opp, who wants to be a millionaire? (Ah)
Come to the top by myself (Yeah)
Baddie gibt Head in ‘nem Jet, ah (Yeah)
Doch meine Nerven gefickt (Grr)
Und deshalb die GLOCK unterm Bett (Ah; ah, boh)
Who wants to be a millionaire? (Rrah, ah, Flex)
One shot, one opp, who wants to be a millionaire? (Grr)
[Verse 2: Luciano]
Spin him and make him dizzy (Flex)
Gang, no drop, bro, listen
Filme mit mir ist way too risky (Mwuah)
That’s risky business
Senke dein’n Ton, überdenk dein Wort (Ja)
You way too timid
[?] I’m blessed, don’t talk like this (Don’t)
Ja, Minimum three Girls in mei’m Whip
Und alle hab’n curvy, juicy hips
Meine Girls too hot, I live like this because I’m rockin’ (Mwuah)
Loco bleibt Boss, keiner kommt wie ich, I handle my business (Boss)
Fliegen im Jet weit hoch, baby, we winnin’ (Grr)
[Verse 3: BIA & Luciano]
Uh, whip German, it’s vintage (Skrrt)
I got a bag of papers, sentence
He know I’m out of his league [?] high percentage (Uh)
Uh, up too high, can’t touch the floor
Just seen loco slammin’ doors
This new season, not in stores (Uh)
I can’t fuck broke man no more
They take me in through backdoors
She fucked two, bro, she a whore
I reply because I’m bored
I sat courtside with [?]
Still text JB, “What’s the score?” (JB, what’s the score?)
Uh (Grr), grrah (Doh, doh, doh-doh)
[Chorus: Luciano]
Who wants to be a millionaire? (Doh, doh)
Bleib’ auf Kurs, vor, Liq’, one shot in the air (Ah, ih-yeah)
Only for warnin’, lass deine Hektiks, Gang-Gang ist ?
One shot, one opp, who wants to be a millionaire? (Ah)
Come to the top by myself (Yeah)
Baddie gibt Head in ‘nem Jet, ah (Yeah)
Doch meine Nerven gefickt (Grr)
Und deshalb die GLOCK unterm Bett (Ah; doh, doh)
Who wants to be a millionaire? (Ah, Flex)
One shot, one opp, who wants to be a millionaire?
