E mult, e greu!

A-le-le-le-le-le
A-le-le-le-le-le
A-le-lei-la

In a sharp suit, with a tie
I get dressed, I’m off to the parade
Having charm and talent is an art
You can’t learn it, you can’t show it
You’ve got talent, the outfit doesn’t matter (that’s true)
You’ve got the moment, you’re always on point
Having charm and talent is an art
You can’t learn it, you can’t show it

I put on a suit
I know how to match it
With the best cologne
That’s why I’m successful

People ask me what cologne I wear all the time
It’s a lot, it’s hard, it’s a lot, it’s hard
But it’s not cologne, that’s my essence
It’s a lot, it’s hard, it’s a lot, it’s hard
From my mom, from my dad
That’s where my talent comes from
But also from, from God
That’s where my talent comes from

I’m a little different, [?], huh
I don’t like Gucci or Prada
Since I was a kid, I know my craft
I got my pride from my dad (come on, man)
Okay-okay-okay, I ain't workin' for no check
Pretty ladies in the front, go ahead and get your man, ayy
Okay-okay-okay, I ain't workin' for no man
I need my brothers out the gutter, I need them rolling on my neck, ayy

I put on a suit
I know how to match it
With the best cologne
That’s why I’m successful

People ask me what cologne I wear all the time
It’s a lot, it’s hard, it’s a lot, it’s hard
But it’s not cologne, that’s my essence
It’s a lot, it’s hard, it’s a lot, it’s hard
From my mom, from my dad
That’s where my talent comes from
But also from, from God
That’s where my talent comes from