In the zone, in the zone, in the zone, in the zone
In the zone with nothing beautiful
Millions, millions, millions, millions
Millions, millions of euros
How good, how good, how–, how good
How good, it keeps me awake
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, if it’s Gianni, I wear it
Versace, if it’s Gianni, I wear it
It’s not my fault if you don’t see the detail (Ah-ah)
The wallet is no longer enough (No)
I need a trunk (I’m)
I go out all bundled up
Before going out, I prayed
You hear “pow, pow,” it’s not Portuguese
But the cop knows I’m good
Mea parti-ti-ti-tita, like in GTA
I’m wanted all over, I don’t know how many stars I have
Long life, long life to Sto
Son of a bitch, shoot straight, the important thing is you score
In the zone, in the zone, in the zone, in the zone
In the zone with nothing beautiful
Millions, millions, millions, millions
Millions, millions of euros
How good, how good, how–, how good
How good, it keeps me awake
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, if it’s Gianni, I wear it
If it’s Gianni, I wear it, yes (Yes)
I don’t know where to put them anymore (No)
It grabs me like MDMA (Okay)
I’m a brute like Elodie (Like Elodie), ah
Well yes (Yes)
A hundred Patek Philippe watches (Yes)
My bitch is made in Italy (Wow)
Things you can’t afford (One)
Tramezzino from Cova (Two)
You’re not a man of your word (Three)
I stash the drugs in the balls (Yes)
The balls on a bitch (Yes)
Tony is a single word (Ah)
Disposable high fashion (Away)
I call a whore “whore” (Whore)
Unload the magazine (Okay)
Loro Piana loafer
In the zone, in the zone, in the zone, in the zone
In the zone with nothing beautiful
Millions, millions, millions, millions
Millions, millions of euros
How good, how good, how–, how good
How good, it keeps me awake
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, if it’s Gianni, I wear it