Osaka

I make money with my voice
Look at us entering
I'm without credentials
Welcome to Japan
I'm wearing Yves Saint Laurent
I picked this up from the ground
My brothers are bosses
I gave them this role
Here there are only lions
I'm surrounded by vultures
I feel the wind blowing from the south
It's always a hit when I'm in the booth
She and I connect via Bluetooth
She wants Royal Salute
This baby leans more than a Kawasaki
This pussy has voodoo

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
I'm stacking, yeah, yeah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
I'm stacking

I woke up like this, I'm with teriyaki
I woke up like this, I didn't sell my soul
I woke up like this, I got lost in space
I need a Tesla to write the verse on the road
She wants xans, molly, coke
Made in Japan, bitch, from Tokyo, uh
I take this Benz and dance a little
What's your fee? I pay double
(Double)

Since Ok Baby, I'm with this cash
Since Ok Baby, I hit from three
I told my mom I'm fine
I have this deal, one per month
You say what I do, she dances salsa for cash
Going up, it's easier
Vogue cover, demand is high
Didn't want your love, she didn't want anything
I don't fall in love with clothes and blazers
They're holding back, my brothers are soldiers
I told you before and they didn't believe
For foreigners, I'm a foreigner and today it's more expensive

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
I'm stacking, yeah, yeah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
I'm stacking
(Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
(I'm stacking)