Florian Wirtz (feat. Delson Aravena)

As Buke says: The street's a resort
Our comfort zone
Didn’t have a license, but I was cruising in a Ford
That’s just how it is; if we dress in polos, it’s sport
And in the dressing room, steamy clams galore
From the hills of Madrid, kinda like Florian Wirtz
I get girls just like Taylor Swift
Rappers hit me up, hoping we can make a hit (But nah)
Guess they don’t have cash for the speed
I’m with my bro munching bandeja paisa (Crazy fries)
If I get kicked out the hotel, I sleep in the Caixa
What can you do? It wouldn’t be the first time

Tonight's gonna spark with Micky and the [?]
I was always good at math
By 12, I was rocking gloves and dreaming of yachts
It’ll stop being a mess
When your girl likes the bag in the storefront
If she takes it, let her use it, just don’t let her abuse it
Tell your girl not to judge by appearances
Convincing the bouncer not to kick me out last night
And if they ask, I play for Leverkusen
It stops being a hassle when they play football well
The world feels nicer when the wallet's stacked
When I drink, I get confused, even get philosophical
But above all, I know I’ll take you down

The key is to think like a rapper
And dress like a tennis player
My cousin's pieces on the highway
Before I was left out, now I’m on the list
They didn’t even look before, now they’re on the Insta
At the fest, those rappers look at me funny
They know what my crew does in the bathroom
It's no surprise; they come to the show
By train, then back to the hotel in a borrowed ride
With more discipline than Cristiano
There’s angel dust in a Tibetan bowl
They believe me when I talk, I’m Fabrizio Romano
I’m 23 and I’m about to hook up like back in the day
I’ve been a bandit all my life
But now I’m loyal without her asking
If my bro rolls up front, I’ll follow the leader
He calls me to party, and the game’s already sold out.