When does the band stop, why are you shining? Star rolls through Düsseldorf, light reflects, B-Tubo droning Step on it, I finally want to get used to it No place on the bench, windows tinted Faced with the 600 on the queue I roll slowly so that the mommies don't see me standing in front of the Gucci store in the queue 130,000 not even just, with your hourly wage you need a whole life That's not an option, you have to understand, constantly looking for other ways to take us Pack the *** on the track, skip it out, make my cash what I need For a CL that shines in any case, tell me what I want more Wouldn't know what would be there, except another star I need power, I need looks, I need bands 600CL, fully equipped, city, house, with a garden The 600CL, need power, need looks, need bands 600CL, fully equipped, city, house, with a garden The 600CL The 600CL, need power, need looks, need bands Floating on the asphalt, tires are hot, glances are cold But mostly on snipe, because the little one gets in She knows what she's getting, I don't even know what her name is Huh, uh, but *** doesn't matter, uh, bands have tradition Does the star stay under German engines? In the past in the Cinquecento, wild on the curve Today with 180, relaxed through the curve Uh, press it again, you pull the short one What should your account think that we are through here? Uh, get up, check out the BBS rims Just so that the pissers hate themselves Uh, otherwise classic, no Brabus, no facelift You can get bull*** if you're in a band at 20 But then the mother brings to the smile Because the 600 has a statement Uh, need power, need looks, need bands 600CL, fully equipped, city, house, with a garden The 600CL, need power, need looks, need bands 600CL, fully equipped, city, house, with a garden The 600CL, one take, bitch