[MC Kresha]:
Check it, keep the fame give me the money
When I say the words, the dead revive
Aah, the others burn from the complex
Different types of Cornflakes- they want to get soaked in the milk of flex
I will steal your heart
The rhymes shine like the rims of a Benz
Business class
The stewardess will sit on my lap
I will push and turn on the rap
I circle it around the leash
Shmack make it snow
Frank with the starch
Fly like the drone fresh like tap water from the mountains
The telephone rings, the connection from undersea
Homie got the white girl, only Swedish girls
Some do moonlighting
Trying to brighten their mornings
[Lavda]:
Check it...you who aren't even close
At least don't talk of rap
Because when I start to listen to those talks
When I'd have a joint in my hand I today would've Ragamuffin
When you hear my voice you have flashbacks
I was a rapper even back then talking about Hashtags
Today the haters became fans
When they understood that the others are only faking
Money with different shades of colour
We permeate hard like an anchor
You can't step on us like on the bridge of Ibar
Fever...PINT say VIVA
[Verse 3: MC Kresha]
Check it
My whole life doing rap shit
The money comes to us the way you chase it
You wanted snow, bitch slide
I am at the port we work with fishes
We set it aglow like lightning
Your wack shit, it's not part on my tracklist
The street a labyrinth, ain't no exit
This isn't for YouTube, but for Netflix
The plug has started, the body in transit
Bring me the money through a tube, but it in a rubber band
Don't be late, come at exactly 7
Hustle hard bitch, 24/7 bitch