I know that here is a bullshit
But for me it is ok,
Because it is a shame
How much money I have
I have golden Rover
And the sweater with shark
While my personal driver
Drives helicopter
I have wife and children
But also a couple of pussycats
So I have to watch out
For paparazzis
At the end of my property
There is a pool with foam
Surrounded with golf
And tennis court
At the walls there are frescos
ornaments, arabesques
brass handles
and plated fountains
Furniture from assembly
and Taj Mahal
I eat only ostrichs
because caviar is boring
I drink a glass of champagne
Because my throat is dry
while, though my window, I watch pandas
Climbing up the tree
My life is like on a picture
But I don't pay taxes
My life moto is
"You have, you can"
My money is in Swiss
let them be, they're multiplying
Pussycats are horny
In boat I am driving
While starlet is skiing
Champagne is in kibble
Cold as snake
It feels good
Because I am a stylish man
I wear more gold
than I have kilos
My brother's living life
Like a boss
For a whole hour
I choose what I'll drive today
Chorus
While the money is spinning
you just be pretty
Because you can't see the end
of my deep pocket
I have a chain of hotels
And four casinos
Oil rafinery
And wine basements
And while I don't suit to anyone
Because I am hard wildness
I wash my money
With the help of team of experts
Lawyers from London,
Tokyo and Rome
I collect interests
Like Jezda and Dafina
fluctuations and stock markets
Don't affect me
On every side of the world
I have unbelievable connections
I know masons, and templars, of course
There is also order of Malta
and judge Falcone
And I have benefits in
The world's police
Which I use in business
To avoid restrictions
I have multi-companies
I just don't know what's wrong with me
Plus million small companies
But they are piece of cake
I hold a half of Zambia
And a large piece of Spain
And with Hesus Hill
I make all sorts of mishmashes
A mine of diamonds
And finding of platinum
Perversions in my castle
While my cubans don't smoke it up
On my road around the world
My reputation follows me
Rotten decadent
Fuck, understand me
Me, Bill Gates
and sultan of Brune
And among us three
I am the worst
I have six satellites
And fifteen rockets
If someone distrubs me
The half of the world is gone
Chorus
While the money is spinning
you just be pretty
Because you can't see the end
of my deep pocket
We arrived at the revue
And sat in the first row
I give high-five to Armani
While I wave to Donatella
I act rascally
I share white powder
While I bandy to Naomi
"Come here for a moment"
"Come with me to the powder,
on Lezbos island
Santana will play for us
And Eros will sing"
That one over there with the mask
That is Michael Jackson
And that one which is obsessed with sex
That's Tony Braxton
I see she came with her boyfriend
But she's ready to cheat on him
Let's go somewhere
He's going to annoy me
The atmosphere in castle
Is much better
While the wind is blowing
Paco de Lucia is playing
Wait, there's Mia
Is that Alija with her?
Or that little whore from TLC?
Look at Pavarotti
He's so fat
"Go home, fatty,
You are so sweaty"
And I am so bored
Let's go somewhere to party
Just show me on the map
Sahara or Antarctic
Naked in Jakarta
Karting with Schumacher
There's no limits
I can do it, understand
My private jat
Is just one of five of them
Or twenty five
I forgot
It's ready to fly
To any destination
When you're with the biggest players
There's no end of fun
They say "Earth rocks"
They have no idea, just bullshit
Sit in the shattle
We are going to Venus
Pluto, or Uranus,
It doesn't matter
Money is my concern
You just be pretty
Chorus
While the money is spinning
you just be pretty
Because you can't see the end
of my deep pocket