My Scuderia is fast

My Scuderia is red

It cost many rubles

From drug sales and making competitors dead

I have much more money

Than with which I know what to do

So I make them fly my Ferrari

While I eat caviar fondu

Of economic collapse

I know not a thing

My drug sales are up

I'm Mother Russia's cocaine king

So we fly here for lunch

And I drive up to the bar

I get out of the car

It's really not that bizarre

I meet my two dates

Give each a kiss on the cheek

Then sit down for a dinner

Of grilled snapper and leeks

Then off to an Inn

For a quick threesome romp

Then I bid them до свидания

And race back to the Aeroflot

I fly on back home

To make sure my business stays true

And to keep profits high

and my competitors few

It's good to be the king

Or drug lord in this case

And to have it all

At least until you get shot in the face

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