[Part 1: Samra]
Wallah, wallah, Nazar, Nazar
Do not be jealous of my money and I smoke the cigar
Foggy head if we throw
Bring us butts of Marlboro Red, Gold Tobacco
They want to know how much we earn
And we mix darby with multivitamin
Blue lights when we run away
Run over the traffic jam in the matt gray GT S
Be patient, baba
And I tattoo "95 BPM" in my pulse vein
Yes, I smoke, I accept everything (Yes)
Rrah, I go for the Bratan
[Pre-Hook: Capital Bra]
The cop stops us, but we haven't stolen anything
But the cartridges are already in the barrel
They arrest us via Holland or Poland
Because in Berlin you mustn't trust anyone
[Hook: Samra]
The cop stops us, but we haven't stolen anything
But the cartridges are already in the barrel
They arrest us via Holland or Poland
Because in Berlin you mustn't trust anyone
[Part 2: Capital Bra]
A few million for an album, yes, that's the contract
What are you talking about hak? I give half to the state
Got the game in my hand, you wanna fuck? Stand in the back
I have your S-Class on my left arm
Import or export, groupies or escorts
Bra, we crack bitches like a password
You're a great number in your village
But everyone trembles when there is a knock at six in the morning
Universal meeting, cocaine and gambas
Since the Bratan was here, things have been a little different
Behind me the amcas, Capi tobacco, Capi pizza
No more Capi, Capi the boss, you fucker
[Pre-Hook: Capital Bra]
The cop stops us, but we haven't stolen anything
But the cartridges are already in the barrel
They arrest us via Holland or Poland
Because in Berlin you mustn't trust anyone
[Hook: Samra]
The cop stops us, but we haven't stolen anything
But the cartridges are already in the barrel
They arrest us via Holland or Poland
Because in Berlin you mustn't trust anyone