[Verse 1] I was a banana, now a cashier, awhile So what's real here, bitch? How do you get the receipt when the record comes out in June And I guess you can fucking tell that I don't play concerts before How would you say what the fuck mom will give? I'm too big for it, that's why I go to earn cash 15-year-olds have a burp, and that's a bit sad They say socks merchant and then they go to the harbor Sandwiches in a satchel and father in Opel They will go to school soon, only my son still has to spit on me So who has the right to burp? Me at work or he arguing again with my mother about hay I'm at the counter, for now I'm spade spades Soon I will also be at the checkout when I get a receipt And today I do my own heads and feel better Even if I'm going to sell socks on my way to the top [Chorus] Guys guys guys guys guys guys I have hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs on the cash register When I count hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs Delete it guys guys guys guys guys guys Na-na-na-na-na-na When they say blah blah blah blah blah blah I have hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs on the cash register I keep counting hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs [Verse 2] Pelicans fly around the net, they puke whatever falls Well, a leak flew that the cashier se eats the rap game Only question - is it a shame for the game or is it for me? I'm the normal type and I fly on cash every day And I said goodbye to my right eye along with the accident, apparently And it's terrible because I can see half as much And apparently I also get fucked up on dogs And do if I'm denounced, since now I can see half as much? A few years ago, an attempt to kill yourself by hating yourself I was already known then and everyone was hating me You whore, those few years ago lines went into the drawer In May I recorded with Tesco, dreaming of making dreams come true Szama is free, the studio is free The press is free, fucking life is free If there is no cash, it falls from the sky, what's the job? The rapper doesn't get his hands dirty, still la vida loca bitch [Chorus] Guys guys guys guys guys guys I have hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs on the cash register When I count hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs Delete it guys guys guys guys guys guys Na-na-na-na-na-na When they say blah blah blah blah blah blah I have hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs on the cash register I keep counting hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs [Verse 3] For the world I came from, legal sauce is something Ziomek flies around the city, still afraid that they will take him Sirens aren't safety as you have to sneak And when she's fucking her heart, and it's for a neighbor, bang We talk when I take weed, because before I make the time I'm waiting for something to come up with rap, and it's just a moment So I delete I delete it all the time Delete, delete, and soon it will be the first I'll also be here first soon And I punch my dynx while my mom washes your socks This is realtalk, not a swag, I'm going for a fame bitch I have it, now I could use a note And what those little ones sit in their head when with their mother They talk about what for dinner as if it was free I greet working people who know the value of money And as it is served on a tray, it's just glass [Chorus] Guys guys guys guys guys guys I have hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs on the cash register When I count hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs Delete it guys guys guys guys guys guys Na-na-na-na-na-na When they say blah blah blah blah blah blah I have hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs on the cash register I keep counting hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs hajs