Listen bro,
To what I say,
Tatarian girl wanna blow a microphone here.
I wanna hype,
I wanna vibe,
I wanna million of likes,
I wanna instantly knock you down by my voice.
Look at me, I am flying over your head like the Boeing.
Yeah, that's true, on the stage my tongue can sting.
At the first blush girls are soft and shy,
But inside I always scream:
Business in da hood,
Our girls are hot.1
Business in da hood,
Our girls are hot.
Gold, gold,
Gold, gold,
I am gold!
I am gold! I am gold!
I am a beautiful golden flower!
Of what the girls are made?
Perhaps they made of stars?
Perhaps they made of bright moonlight? (Who knows?)
A brilliant is our friend (that's really true)
Instagramm is our friend (that's really true)
But if I look into your eyes I will eat you without a trace!
Of what the guys are made?
They are fierce dogs at night.
In the morning they can't be woken,
They put on airs like old cats (meow)
But anyway I love them,
From the Youtube I attract their attention,
There is no way back,
And I scream inside myself.
Business in da hood,
Our girls are hot.
Business in da hood,
Our girls are hot.
Gold, gold,
Gold, gold,
I am gold!
I am gold! I am gold!
I am a beautiful golden flower!
1. Obviously there's a wordplay in the original