OIO - Jak to ma być

Intro: Oki
Grey poupon is mustard
I've got Trump, not DJ Mustard

Verse 1: Oki
It's mustard, grey poupon
Little girl shake your ass
Go pick out a fur coat (vegan)
I'll cut a coupon on this game, you (yeah)
Look, I've got Henny in my glass, 'cause it's the Grail of this culture
We're sitting in the studio I dreamed of when I was throwing it on the walls
The first time, I remember the first time
Now I know you've got it, you move it like pudding
I pushed myself into the mic, then I crammed the clubs
From a calling to music, from hatred of boredom
I'll throw 21 inches into my pimped-out kennel
I used to run away from the kennel, livin' life to the fullest

Chorus: OIO
Tell me how it's supposed to be, I can only love myself
Tell me how it's supposed to be be? How is it supposed to be?

I only bring profit to myself
Tell me how is it supposed to be, I can only love myself
Tell me how is it supposed to be? How is it supposed to be?
I only bring in profit

Verse 2: Otsochodzi
I enter a fresh store, choose something
I drink it off you like Don Pérignon, I guaranteed a home
For my bitch, oh, despite that I drink a few bombs
On the blocks they call me a developer limited liability company
Rebuild my consciousness, like you were the one
These ladies can go crazy, I go for quality, not quantity
The estates have bad PR and they're famous for the material here
I'm not myself if I don't do business with my family
Oh, although we're far from the mafia (oh)
These are three guys like guys from the gang (oh)
Teenagers and mothers are excited about it (oh)
Okay, enough talking, pack the gold in your bag

Chorus: OIO
Tell me how it's supposed to be, I can only love myself
Tell me how it's supposed to be? How it's supposed to be?
I only bring profit to myself
Tell me how it's supposed to be, I can only love myself
Tell me how it's supposed to be? How it's supposed to be?
I only bring profit to myself

Verse 3: Young Igi
We rent places we couldn't dream of
I thought to have it I'd have to visit the States
Around so many people, everyone just doesn't get it
As if the only thing music was about were carats
As if the only thing I had were flaws
I don't know if you see how much pain I hide on my face
You'll like me in time like the taste of coffee, like the taste of money
Homeless guys don't get it
Can you love it or not?
Or maybe in other words, do you even want to?
Who's a real buddy, to the real end?
I have less and less time to devote to her

Chorus: OIO
Tell me how it's supposed to be, I can only love myself
Tell me how it's supposed to be? How it's supposed to be?
I only bring profit to myself
Tell me how it should be, I can only love myself
Tell me how it should be? How it should be?
I only bring profit to myself