Mon Ami [English translation]

[Intro]

bra music

[Hook]

Sittin' here with gold over my chest and my arm

Thinkin': "It wasn't in vain, mon ami"

Today account in plus

Drivin' shiny car like Franck Ribéry

The special look, yes, the fans chasing me

What I'm wearing is from Givenchy

But the head full of frustration, the Sigara, it burns

And I charge the Glock, mon ami

[Part 1]

Drunk in the bar, hittin' the slot machine (Wuah)

Book of Ra, crazy with the Bra, completely drunk

When we're there, the barman feels the threat

The nose full of coke, black or red (Pah, pah, pah, pah)

Kickdown in the Aston Martin

Benz, Bugatti, huge party, wuah

Hotel reception, the lady's name is Olga

Good evening, my name is Travolta

Tell me, who wants to drag our names into the dirt?

Everyone sees right now there is no brutal Tag-Team

We run on flat screens, go jet skis

Order me a set of new rims from Keskin

Torn the Neumann into pieces, unlock the Nine

You are an askar or a runner

I remain incredible, unleash a monster

So it wasn't in vain (Bra, rrah, rrah)

[Hook]

Sittin' here with gold over my chest and my arm

Thinkin': "It wasn't in vain, mon ami"

Today account in plus

Drivin' shiny car like Franck Ribéry

The special look, yes, the fans chasing me

What I'm wearing is from Givenchy

But the head full of frustration, the Sigara, it burns

And I charge the Glock, mon ami

[Part 2]

Fillin' dizzy 'cause of Vodka-E

Benz-AMG-pack, ten days on the way

50k in the bag from My Handel

Please dear God just drive me into the guardrail (Brra)

Colt-gun, smash my gold plate

Full hoe, before I was successful

Butt in the hand (yes), always elegant (yes)

I fuck this country and fuck Donald Trump

When get I clean? Can't stop dragging

9 mm and I load the magazine

Way too much vodka, too much tilidine

Welcome to Berlin

[Hook]

Sittin' here with gold over my chest and my arm

Thinkin': "It wasn't in vain, mon ami"

Today account in plus

Drivin' shiny car like Franck Ribéry

The special look, yes, the fans chasing me

What I'm wearing is from Givenchy

But the head full of frustration, the Sigara, it burns

And I charge the Glock, mon ami