Gol Lyrics English Translation by Sfera Ebbasta
Pass the ball to me, I score, score, score, score, score
I’ve had no time since I got a Rolex, Rolex, Rolex, Rolex, Rolex
This girl seems like a cheerleader, cheer, cheer, cheer, cheer
While in my head, it’s all about the money, money, money, money, money (Money Gang)
Now that I no longer have my hands in that kilo
You think I’ve lost my touch, you think I’ve lost the round
When I shoot, I score, score, only thinking about the money
While you hit a post, I get a post on the account
Number 10, Messi, I lift the cup
He tries for six months, but he doesn’t touch it
Bad bitch, crazy, down for coke
Breaks half the sushi, says: ‘it doesn’t all fit in my mouth’
I’m in the car with Armando, Maradona
You can at most polish my crown
This is not a sprint, it’s a marathon
Ass on three hundred thousand, goes at three hundred per hour
Watch over Milan, like the Madonnina
I have it on the big chain, not on the little one
Outside you hear ‘nino, nino, nino,’ I’m in the room with Nina (Nina)
Pass the ball to me, I score, score, score, score, score
I’ve had no time since I got a Rolex, Rolex, Rolex, Rolex, Rolex
This girl seems like a cheerleader, cheer, cheer, cheer, cheer
While in my head, it’s all about the money, money, money, money, money (Okay)
Okay, ten bands (grr), fifty bands with my bro on the Mercedes-Benz
White exteriors with leather seats, top dawg
Knock knock, the cop knocks, I think: ‘oh no’
I’m as high as a Concorde, condor on my head
Oh shit, I’m the boss for real, pass me the ball, I score, I swear on God
Face on the Pepsi, I’m smoking top deal, we thought with the Goleador
Now Lambo, Urus orange Rambo, or Rocky
Mud on the shoes in the park
Dance super tango, only dance the thong
Weed tastes like mango, pussy smells like talcum powder
A call is enough to solve the problem
You didn’t understand shit, and someone explains it to you
XDVR2 the saga, I’m the head of the scene
Head of the table at dinner, Judas wants my chain (G-U-È)
If I rap it, I did it for real
I score, I’m the G.O.A.T., I am and I was
I’m buying myself a villa with palm trees, like Tony
I’m the stallion in Italy, you’re a pony
Sell a lot of records, buy yourself watches
But I slap you with the zzoca, you’re my Tamagotchi
He disconnects it on Friday, as soon as it arrives at the hotel
And returns it when the weekend is over
I hit the exact sum, my slice, only when I look at the bribe
Bro, I hold the crown, like a Rolex
With how many I’ve broken, I should be a safe cracker
Flying at high altitude, like a Falcon
While I’m pumping Carola, like Marco
Milano Money gang on the map
I have 47 bitches, like an AK
Pass the ball to me, I score, score, score, score, score
I’ve had no time since I got a Rolex, Rolex, Rolex, Rolex, Rolex
This girl seems like a cheerleader, cheer, cheer, cheer, cheer
While in my head, it’s all about the money, money, money, money, money (Money Gang)