ReTo - BigStar

[Verse 1]
I was a banana, now a cashier, awhile
So what's real here, bitch?
How do you get the receipt when the record comes out in June
And I guess you can fucking tell that I don't play concerts before
How would you say what the fuck mom will give?
I'm too big for it, that's why I go to earn cash
15-year-olds have a burp, and that's a bit sad
They say socks merchant and then they go to the harbor
Sandwiches in a satchel and father in Opel
They will go to school soon, only my son still has to spit on me
So who has the right to burp?
Me at work or he arguing again with my mother about hay
I'm at the counter, for now I'm spade spades
Soon I will also be at the checkout when I get a receipt
And today I do my own heads and feel better
Even if I'm going to sell socks on my way to the top

[Chorus]
Guys guys guys guys guys guys
I have hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs on the cash register
When I count hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs
Delete it guys guys guys guys guys guys
Na-na-na-na-na-na
When they say blah blah blah blah blah blah
I have hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs on the cash register
I keep counting hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs

[Verse 2]
Pelicans fly around the net, they puke whatever falls
Well, a leak flew that the cashier se eats the rap game
Only question - is it a shame for the game or is it for me?
I'm the normal type and I fly on cash every day
And I said goodbye to my right eye along with the accident, apparently
And it's terrible because I can see half as much
And apparently I also get fucked up on dogs
And do if I'm denounced, since now I can see half as much?
A few years ago, an attempt to kill yourself by hating yourself
I was already known then and everyone was hating me
You whore, those few years ago lines went into the drawer
In May I recorded with Tesco, dreaming of making dreams come true
Szama is free, the studio is free
The press is free, fucking life is free
If there is no cash, it falls from the sky, what's the job?
The rapper doesn't get his hands dirty, still la vida loca bitch

[Chorus]
Guys guys guys guys guys guys
I have hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs on the cash register
When I count hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs
Delete it guys guys guys guys guys guys
Na-na-na-na-na-na
When they say blah blah blah blah blah blah
I have hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs on the cash register
I keep counting hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs

[Verse 3]
For the world I came from, legal sauce is something
Ziomek flies around the city, still afraid that they will take him
Sirens aren't safety as you have to sneak
And when she's fucking her heart, and it's for a neighbor, bang
We talk when I take weed, because before I make the time
I'm waiting for something to come up with rap, and it's just a moment
So I delete I delete it all the time
Delete, delete, and soon it will be the first
I'll also be here first soon
And I punch my dynx while my mom washes your socks
This is realtalk, not a swag, I'm going for a fame bitch
I have it, now I could use a note
And what those little ones sit in their head when with their mother
They talk about what for dinner as if it was free
I greet working people who know the value of money
And as it is served on a tray, it's just glass

[Chorus]
Guys guys guys guys guys guys
I have hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs on the cash register
When I count hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs
Delete it guys guys guys guys guys guys
Na-na-na-na-na-na
When they say blah blah blah blah blah blah
I have hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs on the cash register
I keep counting hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs