More songs by Artie 5ive
Description
The air is thick with glitter. Everything is shimmering: chains, headlights, glasses, even the words sound as if they've been polished to a gloss. The world spins at the speed of a sports car, where self-confidence is the fuel and the thirst for style is the navigator. Money here isn't currency, it's a special effect. Beneath this layer of luxury is a subtle hint of audacity. Laughter at the old life, where dreams smelled of gasoline and cold plastic. Now every verse is a toast to the upgrade, where the Panda turned into a Bentley, and grudges into highlights. And, of course, a little self-irony: even in a tourbillon, you want to remain someone who remembers what it's like to press "play" and believe that everything is just beginning. Director: Diego Ferri Flexin Media Production Team Producer and Project Manager: Nadia Capanna Line Producer: Enrico Delfino Production Coordinator: David Siciliano PA: Marco Gerosia B Camera: Vagdi Kombar Master: Manuel Cernigliaro Electrician: Marco Spano Canvas Artist: Faziarte Photographers: Tommaso Vicentini, Christian Del Galdo. Graphic Designer: Alessandro Mezzalira MUA: Monica Cannizzaro Behind the Scenes: Lorenzo Marangon
Lyrics and translation
Original
This is a certified hood classic (yeah, yeah, yeah)
5ive
5ive (5ive), 5ive (5ive), 5ive (5ive Star), yeah
MILES, Ddusi, poker d'assi
La mia scarpa è Nike (swoosh), la mia bitch è white
Il mio chain è Plein, 18 la mia felpa Off-White
Viola la mia Sprite (mhm), il mio Henny è caldo
Grazie, senza ghiaccio, ogni giorno guai (yeah)
Ogni giorno un danno (pah), non imparo mai (mai)
Basta che guadagno (cash), quanto mi piacciono
Collane risaltano, le ha fatte Claudio
Il mio mezzo è nero (brr), sto su un Dodge Durango
A casa ho due macchine (due), non posso guidarle (nah)
Banconote colorate faccio nevicare
Sono le cinque del mattino, еsco dal locale (yeah)
Non mi tolgo gli occhiali, o sparo i raggi laser (pah, pah)
Mi parla inglеse, io vesto italiano
Guido una tedesca, s-sogno americano
Bacia alla francese (muah), fumo è giamaicano
Borsetta Hermès, per lei spendo come un arabo
Mi parla inglese, io-io vesto italiano
Guido una tedesca, s-sogno americano
Bacia alla francese, fumo è giamaicano
Borsetta Hermès, per lei spendo come un arabo (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Giro co' una figa atomica asiatica, la chiameremo Fukushima
La prima volta in Italia, si gira e mi dice: "Milano è bellissima"
Baby, Milano è fantastica, fatta di pezzi di bamba e di plastica
La Madonnina, lo stadio Meazza, mi dice: "Quando mi porti da Prada?"
Mi dice: "Quando mi porti in vacanza?" (Yeah)
"Quando mi porti ad Atlanta?" (Yeah)
"Quando mi metterai un anello al dito?", baby, sei matta? Yeah
Ormai la mia vita è cambiata, yeah, bastava premere "play"
Stavo sul culo sopra quella Panda, ora passo al Bentley, ora passo al Wraith
Dal G-Shock passo al tourbillon, dal cassetto alla safe
Dal fornello a gas passo allo chef con i camerieri
Doccia con i led, mi chiamavi "scimmia", ma ora vesto BAPE
Lei odia gli zuccheri, ma vuole la mia candy cane
Mi parla inglese, io vesto italiano
Guido una tedesca, s-sogno americano
Bacia alla francese (muah), fumo è giamaicano
Borsetta Hermès, per lei spendo come un arabo
Mi parla inglese, io-io vesto italiano
Guido una tedesca, s-sogno americano
Bacia alla francese, fumo è giamaicano
Borsetta Hermès, per lei spendo come un arabo
Sogno americano
Raga, ma quello è Young Miles
Ddusi mi dà un beat, lo prometto, glielo fum–
English translation
This is a certified hood classic (yeah, yeah, yeah)
5ive
5ive (5ive), 5ive (5ive), 5ive (5ive Star), yeah
MILES, Ddusi, poker of aces
My shoe is Nike (swoosh), my bitch is white
My chain is Plein, 18 my Off-White sweatshirt
Purple my Sprite (mhm), my Henny is hot
Thanks, no ice, every day trouble (yeah)
Every day a damage (pah), I never learn (never)
As long as I earn (cash), as much as I like them
Necklaces stand out, Claudio made them
My vehicle is black (brr), I'm in a Dodge Durango
I got two cars at home (two), I can't drive them (nah)
Colorful banknotes I make it snow
It's five in the morning, I'm leaving the club (yeah)
I don't take off my glasses, or shoot laser beams (pah, pah)
He speaks English to me, I dress Italian
I drive a German, s-American dream
French kiss (muah), smoke is Jamaican
Hermès handbag, I spend like an Arab on her
He speaks English to me, I-I dress Italian
I drive a German, s-American dream
French kiss, smoke is Jamaican
Hermès bag, I spend like an Arab on her (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hanging out with an Asian atomic pussy, we'll call it Fukushima
The first time in Italy, he turns around and tells me: "Milan is beautiful"
Baby, Milan is fantastic, made of pieces of bamboo and plastic
The Madonnina, the Meazza stadium, says to me: "When will you take me to Prada?"
He says to me: "When are you taking me on holiday?" (Yeah)
“When are you taking me to Atlanta?” (Yeah)
"When are you gonna put a ring on my finger?", baby, are you crazy? Yeah
Now my life has changed, yeah, all I had to do was press "play"
I was on my ass on that Panda, now I switch to the Bentley, now I switch to the Wraith
From the G-Shock I move on to the tourbillon, from the drawer to the safe
From the gas stove I move on to the chef with the waiters
Shower with LEDs, you called me "monkey", but now I wear BAPE
She hates sugar, but she wants my candy cane
He speaks English to me, I dress Italian
I drive a German, s-American dream
French kiss (muah), smoke is Jamaican
Hermès handbag, I spend like an Arab on her
He speaks English to me, I-I dress Italian
I drive a German, s-American dream
French kiss, smoke is Jamaican
Hermès handbag, I spend like an Arab on her
American dream
Guys, that's Young Miles
Ddusi give me a beat, I promise, I'll smoke it–