It's that click, clack, bang, and she's coming for the safe Straight from the street, so she's back in your house Yes, I'm doing it again, good or bad, again a money out The money where it all turns It's that click, clack, bang, and she's coming for the safe Straight from the street, so she's back in your house Yes, I'm doing it again, good or bad, again a money out The money where it all turns I used to be very normal Then I was on a club, but now I'm on the throne It's just dead, I walk on my own route Sniper like a smuggler, call me El Capone I'm in my zone, act like I'm stoned Call me the king, Kees gives me the crown I sway the scepter, rap the mic to the spot I see the rest as hoffnarrers, just entertain me It used to be just a dream, but now reality Bro, I blitz the microphone, hell of water Never on time, always later I'm prepared for my time, I write history in Latin So hell yeah, I've changed You're still the same, because you're not different Kill the deer, half a gram I know your whole, mother***in' game Slap, bang, and they come for the safe Strippers on the street, but they're in your house again Yes, we do it again, good or bad, again a money out The money where it all turns Slap, bang, and they come for the safe Strippers on the street, but they're in your house again Yes, we do it again, good or bad, again a money out The money where it all turns I go out *** with the gangsters And I roll with the dealers I pay with the cracks And I know the parking lot If you want the ground from your bros Go to the animal in the gut Tell the boys in the hood Yo, they have no hope *** a bitch, *** a hoe I'm a high schooler, man Never move with the snoop I push, I cook, I make money All my money, I earn it When I'm broke, I bring terror Because I'm happy Give money, spend money And just go where it goes Go fast, fast cash And you're out of the line So *** you, just a silo Chips in the casino The world is mine Scarface, Al Pacino I'm ballin' on those bitches And I *** the whole scene Click, clack, bang, bang Bro, what's up, my dinero She doesn't have any amigos I have a BMI Don't talk, just listen, man Otherwise I'll get a smack Bang, she's coming for the safe Drivers of the street, they're in your house again Yes, now again Good, bad, again money out Money where it all goes Click, clack, bang, she's coming for the safe Drivers of the street, they're in your house again Yes, now again Good, bad, again money out Money where it all goes So I fall in with the door in the house Where is the safe? Enough is given, brother Now I want to see the belly Hungry Do you want to see my belly? I have a disc That's why, man, I smell dirty Nah, just kidding On the street between the animals On the square, Gabi And she's proud of what I do She says, bro, your man is broken That's what I do No mercy A-Town, stand-up Plus I get beats Face down, cash up And I earn it So now I take my cut And I invest Double up and stack up Keep it simple But I'm tricky, man *** the dirty politics and the tax service Fresh and funky Treat rappers like a junkie I keep my distance from freaks Friend, drunk, a monkey Style on his dirty *** on his System is not to be followed I fight for them And they want to run But what do they stay? I go too far, I look at them Down and get angry at them And I stay on them Steer it to the extreme Team Slepper, we take it out on them With that container rap From a distance I touch them Break records and spread them Click, clack, bang It's just for the safe On the street between the animals In the house If the weather is good or bad Take out the money The money where it all goes Click, clack, bang It's just for the safe On the street between the animals In the house If the weather is good or bad Take out the money The money where it all goes Take out the money Take out the money Take out the money Take out the money Take out the money Take away Take away Take away Take away