Life style, life style, life style I get dressed well because I have my own lifestyle I prefer life in the sea I go out with two Rolexes I have two chains on the other side Fixed on my belly Life style, life style, life style I get dressed well because I have my own lifestyle Life style, life style, life style I get out of the house and get the *** out Life style, Air Force, Off-White I get dressed alone, non-stylish When it wasn't fashion, where were you? Bastards, it's like Festlife Only D'Arandella, only Bad Vibes You want to threaten me on FaceTime You get sunglasses, Thug Life Thug Life More than a friend, I'm ready to kick you out So I don't know what to do less than a bodyguard I put your money in an exotic car Hotline, always on the phone, erotic line I bought the first Rolex But I don't even look at the time On the dial, mother pearl You would like to have mine Life style, life style, life style I get dressed well because I have my own lifestyle I prefer life in the sea I go out with two Rolexes I have two chains on the other side Fixed on my belly Life style, life style, life style I get dressed well because I have my own lifestyle Life style, life style, life style I get dressed well because I have my own lifestyle We sign a contract, I make a deal I go out with Lambo, it's a deal If you don't contact her, a deal happens I see you from the stage, you take the umbrella Happy, happy, happy She's not my ***-happy She calls me daddy She wants my Cuban link She spilt my drink I'm a playboy, playboy I spit it in the taxi I go down to drink it Life style, life style, life style I get dressed well because I have my own lifestyle I prefer life in the sea I go out with two Rolexes I have two chains on the other side Fixed on my belly Life style, life style, life style I get dressed well because I have my own lifestyle Life style, life style, life style I go out with Lambo, it's a deal I *** your ass with all the colors Like the war of my Rambo I put the balls in my head with the rock And they tell me that I copy the flow I put a shoe that you won't buy Because you run away if everything is cash Because with the money you buy I buy myself beautiful maps Ciao, my name is Celerdi I'm not a second-hand DJ Because I listen to you in the car Even if you still talk, I *** your ass You talk a lot about Gamora But then at night you sleep at home But your girl fills her mouth with beautiful words I'm just saying