I'm alphabet tonight
Higher than a kite
Who trying to fight?
My future looking bright
I'm alphabet tonight
Higher than a kite
Who trying to fight?
My future looking bright
I got everything you need
I got everything you got
I got everything you want
I'm that everything you not
[Verse 1: Tommy Cash]
(I) Alphabet tonight
(I) Higher than a kite
(I) Who trying to fight?
(I) My future looking bright
(I) I am always right
(I) Never had a type
(I) Want more sleep tonight
(I) Opened up the dyke
I sold my kidneys, sold my lungs to this rap game (rap game)
I sold my heart and my brain to this rap game (rap game)
Thank god, but I never sold my ass mate (ass mate)
I'm the money Zeus; I make the cash rain (cash rain)
I ain't got the bust down, there's nothing on my wrist (Yeah, hoe)
Heart and soul, God, but I never sold that bitch (Yeah, hoe)
Deep inside her cunt, scratch that, only signed her tits (Yeah, hoe)
Now she can have my kids (Yeah, hoe)
[Chorus: Tommy Cash]
I got everything you need (I got), I got everything you got (I got)
I got everything you want, I'm that everything you not
I got everything you need (I got), I got everything you got (I got)
I got everything you want (want), I'm that everything you not (not)
[Verse 2: Quebonafide]
Pachnę jak gazolina, leję Chanel na jej szyję
Gazolina; dzwoni do mnie Benz Dealer
I nie chodzi o ćpanie, kasa balsamem na ranę
Styczeń, luty, marzec, kwiecień, maj - bach, pod Park Hyatt
Problemy zostają z tyłu (okay)
Niczego nie muszę od Somy, oglądamy domy, jak znajomy chirurg (yo)
Oglądamy większe, yo, beton i przeszklone wnętrze, yo
Walizka Rimowa, Jakub z Ciechanowa, chodź całować pierścień, yo
Mam cztery, a nie jeżdżę Audi (okay)
Dresy Margieli, nie Sprandi (okay)
Za chwilę wywiady w i-D, mój dealer wydzwania z Bawarii
Dwieście na godzinę, patrzymy na gwiazdy
Połykam jej ślinę i zagryzam wargi, yo
Nie bujam się z Barbie, ah (nie bujam się z Barbie)
[Chorus: Tommy Cash]
I got everything you need (I got), I got everything you got (I got)
I got everything you want (I got), I'm that everything you not (got)
I got everything you need (I got), I got everything you got (I got)
I got everything you want (want), I'm that everything you not (not)
[Outro: Quebonafide]
A, B, C, D, E, fuck you (fuck you)
Chcesz ze mną beef, no to zaraz ci kupię Wagyu (Wagyu)
Ręce spocone jakbym właśnie uciekł z łagru (łagru)
Znam grubszych Niemców niż twój stary wujek z Reichu, yo
I'm alphabet tonight
Higher than a kite
Who trying to fight?
My future looking bright
I got everything you need
I got everything you got
I got everything you want
I'm that everything you not
[Verse 1: Tommy Cash]
(I) Alphabet tonight
(I) Higher than a kite
(I) Who trying to fight?
(I) My future looking bright
(I) I am always right
(I) Never had a type
(I) Want more sleep tonight
(I) Opened up the dyke
I sold my kidneys, sold my lungs to this rap game (rap game)
I sold my heart and my brain to this rap game (rap game)
Thank god, but I never sold my ass mate (ass mate)
I'm the money Zeus; I make the cash rain (cash rain)
I ain't got the bust down, there's nothing on my wrist (Yeah, hoe)
Heart and soul, God, but I never sold that bitch (Yeah, hoe)
Deep inside her cunt, scratch that, only signed her tits (Yeah, hoe)
Now she can have my kids (Yeah, hoe)
[Chorus: Tommy Cash]
I got everything you need (I got), I got everything you got (I got)
I got everything you want, I'm that everything you not
I got everything you need (I got), I got everything you got (I got)
I got everything you want (want), I'm that everything you not (not)
[Verse 2: Quebonafide]
I smell like gasoline and pour Chanel over her neck
Gasoline; I'm calling from a Benz Dealer
And it's not about taking drugs, cash with a balm for the wound
January, February, March, April, May - hell, in front of the Park Hyatt
Problems stay behind (okay)
I don't need anything from Soma, we look at houses like a surgeon friend (yo)
We're looking at a bigger, yo, concrete and glass interior, yo
Rimow's suitcase, Jakub from Ciechanów, come kiss the ring, yo
I got four and I don't drive an Audi (okay)
Margiela's tracksuits, not Sprandi (okay)
In a moment, interviews at i-D, my calling dealer from Bavaria
Two hundred an hour, we're looking at the stars
I swallow her saliva and bite my lip, yo
I'm not hanging out with Barbie, ah (I'm not hanging out with Barbie)
[Chorus: Tommy Cash]
I got everything you need (I got), I got everything you got (I got)
I got everything you want (I got), I'm that everything you not (got)
I got everything you need (I got), I got everything you got (I got)
I got everything you want (want), I'm that everything you not (not)
[Outro: Quebonafide]
A, B, C, D, E, fuck you (fuck you)
You want beef with me, then I'll buy you Wagyu (Wagyu)
Sweaty hands like I just escaped from a labor camp
I know fatter Germans than your old uncle from Reich, yo