E mult, e greu!
A-le-le-le-le-le
A-le-le-le-le-le
A-le-lei-la
În costum elegant, la cravată
Mă îmbrac, mă pun, plec la paradă
Să ai haz și talent e o artă
Nu se-nvață, nu s-arată
Ai talent, haina nu mai contează (adevărat)
Ai secunda, mereu ești pe fază
Să ai haz și talent e o artă
Nu se-nvață, nu s-arată
Pun pe mine un costum
Știu să-l asortez
Cu cel mai tare parfum
D-aia am succes
Mă întreabă lumea cu ce parfum mă dau mereu
E mult, e greu, e mult, e greu
Da' nu e parfum, ăsta e miru' meu
E mult, e greu, e mult, e greu
De la mama, de la tata
D-acolo e talentu' meu
Dar și de la, de la Dumnezeu
D-acolo e talentu' meu
Sunt puțin diferit, [?], huh
Nu îmi place nici Gucci, nici Prada
De copil știu să-mi fac meseria
De la tata am mândria (haide, bă)
Okay-okay-okay, I ain't workin' for no check
Pretty ladies in the front, go ahead and get your mans, ayy
Okay-okay-okay, I ain't workin' for no mans
I need my brothers out the gut, I need them roader on my neck, ayy
Pun pe mine un costum
Știu să-l asortez
Cu cel mai tare parfum
D-aia am succes
Mă întreabă lumea cu ce parfum mă dau mereu
E mult, e greu, e mult, e greu
Da' nu e parfum, ăsta e miru' meu
E mult, e greu, e mult, e greu
De la mama, de la tata
D-acolo e talentu' meu
Dar și de la, de la Dumnezeu
D-acolo e talentu' meu
It's a Lot, It's Hard!
A-le-le-le-le-le
A-le-le-le-le-le
A-le-lei-la
In a sharp suit, with a tie
I get dressed, I’m off to the parade
Having charm and talent is an art
You can’t learn it, you can’t show it
You’ve got talent, the outfit doesn’t matter (that’s true)
You’ve got the moment, you’re always on point
Having charm and talent is an art
You can’t learn it, you can’t show it
I put on a suit
I know how to match it
With the best cologne
That’s why I’m successful
People ask me what cologne I wear all the time
It’s a lot, it’s hard, it’s a lot, it’s hard
But it’s not cologne, that’s my essence
It’s a lot, it’s hard, it’s a lot, it’s hard
From my mom, from my dad
That’s where my talent comes from
But also from, from God
That’s where my talent comes from
I’m a little different, [?], huh
I don’t like Gucci or Prada
Since I was a kid, I know my craft
I got my pride from my dad (come on, man)
Okay-okay-okay, I ain't workin' for no check
Pretty ladies in the front, go ahead and get your man, ayy
Okay-okay-okay, I ain't workin' for no man
I need my brothers out the gutter, I need them rolling on my neck, ayy
I put on a suit
I know how to match it
With the best cologne
That’s why I’m successful
People ask me what cologne I wear all the time
It’s a lot, it’s hard, it’s a lot, it’s hard
But it’s not cologne, that’s my essence
It’s a lot, it’s hard, it’s a lot, it’s hard
From my mom, from my dad
That’s where my talent comes from
But also from, from God
That’s where my talent comes from