Banderole (feat. LX)

Nike TN and Lacoste suit, gym bag's Prada
Piatella's hitting hard, still a bit hungover from yesterday
Bank account looking like a dentist's, monster truck in the lot
The Rolex, diamond-studded, hangs on my dad's wrist

No limits, no measuring stick, little mix, no tobacco
Designer vest from the market and the S-Class from Starker
Don’t ask me what I paid, bro, the chain was a gift
We’ll meet again at the Bazaar in good weather with cold drinks

Hot cut, sharks, always got the heat with me
Sprite bottles, ice cubes, and the chain shines for the envious
Oiled up, wrapped in a white, fluffy towel
Take her with me, I carry her with me, cruising through Hamburg at night

Big stacks with the banderole
30 shots in the pistol
Still using the same method
Better not put me to the test

Big stacks with the banderole
20 phones
30 shots in the pistol
Still using the same method
Better not put me to the test

Tell me, what’s the world worth?
Shopping on Königsallee, paying 2K for the Cartier
From you, I’m packing 10
Pack 10, half past 9, 4.0 DD
Writing on Dr. Dre beats, smoking Kelleweed, but from London

Tropical Kush, chilling on the beach, posting stories of tropical fruit
Coconut-scented shampoo, martini with a double shot
Angel wine when Satan calls me, cops come down hard in Satan shoes
I went from a few shoes to 1K per shoe, no one wants me to have my stuff

Never satisfied, I strive for perfection
You can’t even get a natural erection
Quarter fight instead of deadly precision
Under your tone or I’ll smack you into another dimension

TNJ, you empire, rap is just a side investment

Big stacks with the banderole
30 shots in the pistol
Still using the same method
Better not put me to the test

Big stacks with the banderole
10 guys, 20 phones
30 shots in the pistol
Still using the same method
Better not put me to the test

Big stacks with the banderole