Rollin' English translation
von Metrickz

I have no enemies, I have absolute triple-A immunity
Hard to kill, like Gucci Mane's second tape
My morning routine consists of Bloomingdale's
Previously no coal, today Kobe beef minute steaks
I don't go out to eat, I dine
Never enough, I'm obsessed with greed
So much money my exes are collapsing
No friends with me, man, I'm escorted, yeah, yeah
Seven thousand euros for the VM1
Your gay car is as expensive as my brown mic
I'm so future, you on the other hand are just out of time
Baby, because of me, the line between space and time melts
No conscience, like Suge Knight
I came from hoodlife to goodlife
VIP passes, minimum plus three
Lead bullets fly at your sternum


Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm rolling through the city with the projector
First at the train station, then at the Kepler, my teachers can't handle it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, whenever I come I make waves
Bitches don't wave their hands, they wave their bra
Yeah, yeah, yeah, baby, please mind the high heels
Because you've got 120,000 euros under your ass right now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the leather is an extra 13,000
Like your ex-husband's Seat, but he's not a rapper either
Yeah yeah yeah

My whole life is winning the lottery
Russian bitches operate, I believe that God loves me
No magic, everything is real and not like Copperfield
I want mula as much as the Coca-Cola Company
Bitches in the Naava Club claim they're ladylike
Ten minutes later I'm banging her in the NB Lite
My black projector is a spaceship like the Enterprise
I make such an outrageous amount of money with a few mp3s
You make an eye, my enemies need blinders
Because they haven't had half as much success in life
My character navigates me towards gold plates
You can't even fill up your Volkswagen properly
Yeah, no scruples like Shir Khan
Never buy me a hoody under 4k
Every advance I get is quadrupled
Yeah, man, I pick up bitches in the M4


Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm rolling through the city with the projector
First at the train station, then at the Kepler, my teachers can't handle it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, whenever I come I make waves
Bitches don't wave their hands, they wave their bra
Yeah, yeah, yeah, baby, please mind the high heels
Because you've got 120,000 euros under your ass right now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the leather is an extra 13,000
Like your ex-husband's Seat, but he's not a rapper either
Yeah yeah yeah

Kei-kei-no, no magic, everything is real and not like Copperfield
Yeah yeah yeah
My character navigates me towards gold plates, gold plates
Yeah yeah yeah
Always, whenever, whenever I come, I make waves, waves yeah
Bitches don't wave their hands, they wave their bra
yeah yeah