Yeah (let me talk my talk, let me talk my talk, let me talk my talk man DJ) Yes, are we rolling? Are we filming? (In Dutch, we would say geld) It's a movie (like money) I'm a DJ and the man rocking toe shoe's I was just in Chinatown eating tofu I got a fresh rack, but I'm an old dude I don't fuck with myself either, but I sold goods I mean like my ticket sales I come from phishing mails I come from windmills and like ditching trails I come from a place you won't even understand with Google Translate I don't fuck with hatespeech and I don’t understand trans hatе Yeah, and I serve a cut sea grass it's like a painting of a landscape And if I don't take Shorty back she going on a rampage Used to roll a Dutch and use a paper as a bandage I don't know the cutsy's name, but we got a secret handshake Bitch I really top my talk but there's still so much I can't say Shorty said she saw my music up on Joost Klein's fan page Lies all around the town like I'm going on a campaign Bitch I'm up I drink a water we don't even pop no champagne Shorty just be quiet I got time I need to mess with I just linked up with Aldo, got a life supply of masks, hey And everything is possible, the whole world is manmade Dj flipping something and I'm just flipping pancakes Dat zijn pannenkoeken Sta weer minstens op een festival Kunnen ze geen ander boeken? Vroeger droeg ik skinny jeans Nu zijn het mannen broeken But I'm just a Dutch guy, I was shitting, how did you cook? Me and DJ Lucas, yeah we're twizzies on the beat Not sipping on no zizzurp, no we're sipping on some tea I might not look like it but we're sleeping on the streets But now I'm with DJ and we bleepin' on that bleep bleep bleep bleep Like, is that how you would say it? Yeah, that's exactly how you say it Joost What the fuck going on? DJ, DJ, DJ, man Klein DJ Paling DJ DJ DJ