RM

On the right an R and on the left the Richard Mille
Whoever wants, can, I have myself as an example
No big deal, no way, I had to roll like this
When I make more money is when I can't sleep

Check if you can so you hit a wall
Say what you prefer, I'll let you choose
I'll send them to hell with my buddy Lucifer
The bone-breaking table who wants to meet them

It has never been peeled and it won't be
I bring the devil between the seat ready to detonate
The tostones knock down planes to fight
I feel no remorse when the issue is personal

If my wires get crossed I turn into an animal
The bosses of the desert and the kings of the city
The bosses of the desert and the kings of the city

Dark my Macallan, little ice and no Red Bull
A little gold cut, a SaltBae in Istanbul
I hunt dragons or a little blue whiskey
My table is green stick and in the yard, the black pool

Wherever I go I bring my security
Black sports car, the white ones are the pickups
I move quickly if the captain warns me
I know them all, I don't need to talk

Time serves us to restructure
If one day they bet on me, they can come to collect
Betrayal doesn't usually forgive
One thing I can't question

Don't get into the mud, you can get dirty
The bosses of the desert and the kings of the city
The bosses of the desert and the owners of the city