I want to see a million on my account And not just a few dollars The aroma of vanilla cookies And on the armchair, a top hat I want to see a million on my account And not just a few dollars The aroma of vanilla cookies And on the armchair, a top hat There's nothing to stand for, I want to take it all and disappear I've also had a bitter taste of life I'm not used to the taste of life, I have to fight for it Although I'm looking for profit in not everything I will gladly multiply it, once, twice, five, six Maybe a little more Behind the barricades, my doors are always closed A real gentleman doesn't talk about money It's a cheat, it's in the socket, and don't shake the subject Not blockades on accounts, a regular delivery line I'd rather have a heart like every dude Like Fifty on bitcoins, to expand the estate Although it's hard to achieve, but here, because it's Poland There's nothing for free, I have to live and *** a moment The gold vein is a family, it disappears with me The island, the middle of the Atlantic, *** up watches Nothing touches us here, a long-time mission I have a wolf's appetite, just a moment, I'll finally hit it If you believe that you will do it, you will say that you can I don't get anything from heaven I do my work, I try hard for myself So that our children have a little prettier One, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero I had a dream today, I wonder why Maybe it's another breakthrough The wagon leaves the platform They won't change what's been written down One, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero I had a dream today, I wonder why Maybe it's another breakthrough The wagon leaves the platform They won't change what's been written down The minimum wage, the national one, they throw the beer under the hat They're looking for their extra pension under the scratch In the hand, a crumpled bucket, the bottom of the Tycha, weddings and a set-up Not many people visit the continents from this place I want to hit five sevens in Las Vegas *** poverty I greet you warmly, I prefer to have than not to have I can't get out of my place, so I have to move and create Put aside the old years to live well A series of shots like Uzi, garbage in the gutter, Gultusi Nice bag, admit that it bites No one will refuse the material of the upper shelf First class, PrimaSort, no one will complain here I want to see a million on my account And not just a few gold The aroma of vanilla cookies And on the armchair, top cruises I want to see a million on my account And not just a few gold The aroma of vanilla cookies And on the armchair, top cruises