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[Intro: Zola]
AWA the mafia my nigga
Hello ? Who is it ? Hello ? Yeah, who is it? Hello ?

[Chorus: Ninho & Zola]
Purple: the color of the paper, the merchant does not have the change
Moula, moula, Lakers color, don't put too much on, you'll be stunned
Rack of fifty euros elasticated on the side
I got up at ten thirty like the manager of the ghetto
Hooded, gloves in the apartment, there's no way my fingerprints will come out during the investigation, eh eh eh eh

[Verse 1: Zola]
It's the money, money, money, money that's ruining my life, I drink some
Honey, honey, I'm drunk at the controls of the ship, hol' up
She clings to my dick, in the hood, we cling to life
I break my SIM in the building, you go straight to my voicemail, hol' up
The cross is reared up, it goes "brr brr", everywhere
Chica is arched, on alcohol, in two seconds I put it everywhere
Un, dos, tres, I'm in tinted Quattro
Hash at the nanny's house, crack at the auntie's house
I'm just smoking up the building, I'm just smoking up the building
Mom is in search because they are there for two bags
Nigga, you're weird, the drug, it's based, I put it in my jacket
Zero pedo in my street, if I come across any, I take at least two years
If there's no more money, hey, tomorrow I'll be ripping off again
We have to agree, if I help you out, please, try to be on time
[Chorus: Ninho & Zola]
Purple: the color of the paper, the merchant does not have the change
Moula, moula, Lakers color, don't put too much on, you'll be stunned
Rack of fifty euros elasticated on the side
I got up at ten thirty like the manager of the ghetto
Hooded, gloves in the apartment, there's no way my fingerprints will come out during the investigation, eh eh eh eh

[Verse 2: Ninho]
We were already doing it when the others were wondering what to do
They are big actors, soon, I will put them down, on my sisters's lives
Thank God, we're getting through this, maybe I'll leave Earth this evening
In the mothership, she wants to sit, she wants to suck, she wants her place
In my heart but it's dead, there's no impostor, we're talking about drugs
Your friend ends up in the trunk of the RS6
We sold until midnight, at sixteen years old behind the wheel of the Mini Cooper
Don't worry, it's well cut, Savastano will take care of it
Thugs, thugs like all my friends, provocative like all my friends
Hola, hola, hola chicas, it’s N.I and Zola who hit the bullseye, “pah”

[Chorus: Ninho & Zola]
Purple: the color of the paper, the merchant does not have the change
Moula, moula, Lakers color, don't put too much on, you'll be stunned
Rack of fifty euros elasticated on the side
I got up at ten thirty like the manager of the ghetto
Hooded, gloves in the apartment, there's no way my fingerprints will come out during the investigation, eh eh eh eh
[Outro]
AWA the mafia my nigga