[Verse 1: Kollegah] A polar bear's fur on the tiles out of ma**ive gold Relaxed Cocaine-session in front of the crackling firewood The ex-girlfriend calls, I don't answer the phone The new girlfriend asks "Who's that?" "Mind your own business!" Because the Boss is a player, open Porsche Carrera Money on my mind, coal on my mind like a snowman Take the suitcase full of money, gamble everything away in Las Vegas, b**h Because, earlier I had nothing and life's fading Like footsteps in the sand after a storm at the beach And today everyday feels like my birthday Today, I'm cruising around the country with 300 horsepower And the jaguar on my grill like a jungle tribe Then poor, now rich, then train, now Maybach Now I'm paying these platinum bracelets, no matter how expensive Drive to Milan, shopping brand by italian designers That's like German Dream: There will be some Armani And I buy the whole spring collection And it's Kollegah, over-king like crowns, grill chromed And until everything crumbles into dust I will continue making colorful paper in a grey world [Chorus: Kollegah] Tiger skins, platinum scepter, cobra head Stash dollar bills at night in my highrise loft When the Chardonnay drips on the carbon varnish I count money, colorful paper Blue, green, yellow, purple Colorful paper Blue, green, yellow, purple Colorful paper Blue, green, yellow, purple Colorful paper The world is grey, but I count colorful paper [Verse 2: Farid Bang] You want to hook somebody up, enter a discotheque But no b**h will get in your Citroën And you wish I had thrown myself in front of a train But my jeans is like my faith: True Religion And my bullets f** your a**hole, you shirt Because you pick up the soap, like an economical person Farid to the Bang, we are underground stars The only gangster rappers who don't pay protection money Young and brutal, I stay weapon carrier And I disperse your mice, like an exterminator Why is it my fault that everbody wants to f** your sister? Drive to the sauna club and f** about six Romanians I have the Tec with me, dispatch s**ually damaged Street-rapping 16 year olds Your mothers, when I have banged them all I had more cheerleaders on me than Dipset albums I shoot Fettes Brot, who says street rap is dead I can't scratch my back because my biceps is too big I have an Eastpak full of c**aine, we beat some stoners to d**h Rule No. 3: Real gangsters don't have twitter! What? [Chorus: Kollegah] Tiger skins, platinum scepter, cobra head Stash dollar bills at night in my highrise loft When the Chardonnay drips on the carbon varnish I count money, colorful paper Blue, green, yellow, purple Colorful paper Blue, green, yellow, purple Colorful paper Blue, green, yellow, purple Colorful paper The world is grey, but I count colorful paper [Verse 3: Haftbefehl] Meet me in Paris, I'm in a shopping binge at Louis Vuitton Or one day later in Milano in the Cerruti store Hafti drives up at Gucci in the new Grand Cherokee black Blonde model-girlies carry bags for the superstar Yesterday Gallus, today charts, cho, first cla**, Lufthansa You say, you were up in the air - overhead railway in Wuppertal Alas, step aside! You have no flus, you're poor, your mother s**s dick for 50 bucks So that Markus can drive with bus and train to pay for s** in the who*ehouse Funny hahaha, look, Baba H makes para, spits some bars Come around to your village, if you want to see me, you gotta pay Watches by Mont Blanc, I have 20k j**elry on my wrist Want millions, f** 100 dollar bills I have hunger for more, brother, ah Hello germany, have a nice day, origin: Dersim, Kurdistan Distribute turn and push kicks, chab, like the son of Uschi Glas From broken roads towards Jupiter, in the flying saucer, brah Your flow remains gay like Bruno Mars You son of a b**h, f** yourself in the a** [Chorus: Kollegah] Tiger skins, platinum scepter, cobra head Stash dollar bills at night in my highrise loft When the Chardonnay drips on the carbon varnish I count money, colorful paper Blue, green, yellow, purple Colorful paper Blue, green, yellow, purple Colorful paper Blue, green, yellow, purple Colorful paper The world is grey, but I count colorful paper