Facim, Facim

Rubbing imported cars
Mansion everywhere
Money falling into the account
I can handle it

Grinding and burning at the top
I'm spread out on the cover
There's no movement or wind
I just don't get hungover, no

The plane just landed bringing the chicks
Today the party is at the farm
Here we have paper to tear
And it's not little, no
Let me tell you how it is

I'm a farmer, oh
Here we count per hour
Not per head of cattle
I'm a farmer, oh
While I'm spending, luxuriating
Two more are already born

It's easy like stars in the sky
It's counting my cattle
It's easy, it is
Like counting stars in the sky, counting my cattle