Dollar Euro (feat. Monna Brutal)

They congratulate me
But they want my end
They want my goods, they want me hostage, I just want my gin
Drinking my drink, I listen to Goldlink
I think like this
Linking the breaks where I've been with the ones where I come from
They can't handle the black women who work and make money
They only think women like me are meant to serve
Who?

Each one I've heard
In these twenty-nine years I've lived, baby
Each hangover I've had
And from Bacardi, Cardi B style

Each one I've heard
In these twenty-nine years I've lived, baby
Each run I came, saw, and conquered

I hear talk about bitcoins
My mind says; bitch, run!
Only 50 rescued millions
Me ensuring a few thousand, it's kill or be killed
Dollar, dollar, euro, euro, euro
I'm going to make money with investments
Look, look, how cool, if the ghetto
Receives millions
Dollar, dollar, euro, euro, euro
To get some equipment and equip the tour
Look, look, I don't even have time
If I can sleep, it's already glamorous

Each one I've heard
In these twenty-nine years I've lived, baby
Each hangover I've had
And from Bacardi, Cardi B style

Each one I've heard
In these twenty-nine years I've lived, baby
Each run I came, saw, and conquered

Girl, you're famous! (Me?)
Just walks all bling-bling (Ham?)
You just appeared out of nowhere
I wish it was that easy for me (Haram)
You must be a millionaire (What?)
When you weren't poor like this
Just wear some cool clothes
Some daring clothes
Can you give me one? (Who?)

Each one I've heard
In these twenty-nine years I've lived, baby
Each hangover I've had
And from Bacardi, Cardi B style

Each one I've heard
In these twenty-nine years I've lived, baby
Each run I came, saw, and conquered

Henessi, black Bugatti to close
Collecting Gucci
The monster, Monna brutal
I'm in the game and I came to zero this game
The demon of lines can start praying
Tears of a fan
Quadruples the income
Monna for the close ones, for the bastard my alias is torment
Profiting from every verse, my mockery I foster
Scoundrel starves if our defeat is food
Silly bastard, We are the key girls of the roast
212 for us, it's a little gift
Only gold chain around my neck
And now I ask you what's the taste
Tell me in my ear what's the taste
Of seeing who you took
Turn into a slot machine
I have a cage full of jaguars in my pocket
Gold is not enough
And this silly bastard
I want diamonds, Hayabusa in my game
You're a zero to the left and
On my table
I just want your head
They can remove the body
This is Monna mamona
Playing in the mud, no mercy in the sentence
You don't suck on my tit
Ugly bastard, now give me my money, it's sweet enough, fan?
For us it's Dolce and Gabbana