(Here in my fancy car)
I can see you from above
The respect that I see in their eyes
Is the spark that fuel my fire
Here in my fancy car
The black glass is my wall
Against the black idiot kid
That sells me candy for a dime
Here in my fancy car
I'm leading my baby to school
He will follow my steps
I'll give him that tools

Hey you! Get out of my way!
I got gas in my tank
I got money in the bank
Hey you! Get out of my way!
I got gas in my tank
I got money in the bank

Here in my fancy car
I'm wondering the girl
That I'll have for dinner
Should I buy a ring to blind my wife?
Should I buy the mute sex of a whore?
Here in my fancy car
I can check my e-mails
I can count 1, 2, 3, 4
Whom later I'll walk above
Here in my fancy car
I'm wondering about my evolution
I have a huge motor here
I don't care about that pollution

Hey, and it's a german car!
An executive style
But it feels like a war tank
Ready to crumble you all
It's a german car!
An executive style
But feels like a war tank
Ready to crumble you all