Yo, the great deep mission of Hustle Hard Boss and Pimp, we represent beauty and wealth Pajamas at Tallinn, I have business in Italy Money in a diploma, dough like in Abu Dhabi Virus behind my mom, she's on the couch with cancer Knowing Russian rap, we used to put them on our feet Number sign is red, I'm flying on the red Tap, miracle, refusal, gas, but I'm not basta-basta What do you know about us, Pimp? I don't give a *** about you, Pimp You're asking questions, and I'm here to answer I paved the way for you, I put up with idiots I'm a diplomat of paradise rap, I started working Hustle Hard is back, thunder from the sky, boom-boom At night, your girls go track-track, then vroom-vroom I push a ton of coke through the States in three touches You're not a diplomat, we don't touch your *** There's no place for newbies here, but we poison ourselves External relations are all that saves us I'm a diplomat putting money in a diploma I'm stars and rich, but it's not my fault Approach to the front page, intimidating bitch Hall's calling for boss, boss, hall calling Pimp I'm a diplomat putting money in a diploma I'm stars and rich, but it's not my fault Approach to the front page, intimidating bitch Hall's calling for boss, boss, hall calling Pimp Young Hu Cal, Russian big boss H&J, bitch, yeah Dreams at the bottom, we're in our best day There's no one better, better rap, yeah, yeah They need swag in a bunch of bags, a stack is twisted The captain's daughter is next to the gun in the case Pushkin is here, bitch, I'm so rich You're golden, but only a rooster Don't touch me, because she can do without hands Like without hands, she hugs the gun Looks like Barbie Doll My mouth hurts like Carbidol I'm crazy when there's a plank, hold my plank Blunt ***, we took the cash in one game Didn't save the safe, like a blunt cut Your bitch is next to me, how's that? It's tic-tac time, we're flying to the flag, flag Jib-bip-bip, you're in the loop, bitch Like a go-go, boo-boo-wee-wee-wee And I did, did, pop-pop Gangsta music, money from the streets Quality for hundreds, I bet on the game I'm chest like Pamela Anderson I'm a diplomat putting money in a diploma I'm stars and rich, but it's not my fault Oh, damn, front to the mouth, bitch, bitch The audience is calling, pop-pop The audience is calling, bim-bim I'm like a diplomat putting money in a diploma I'm strong, successful and rich, but it's not my fault Oh, damn, front to the mouth, bitch, bitch The audience is calling, pop-pop The audience is calling, bim-bim Oh, damn, front to the mouth, bitch, bitch