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A two-thousand horsepower ride with Cartier on the wrist,

The era moves only after seeking permission from yours truly [Mitran: this friend/the artist].

A two-thousand horsepower ride with Cartier on the wrist,

The era moves only after seeking permission from yours truly [Mitran: this friend/the artist].

Whether you call it a convoy, a crowd, or a political rally, my beautiful,

Whether you call it a circle of outlaws [Velly: a charismatic tough-guy/renegade] surrounding me, my beautiful.

Whether you call it a convoy, a crowd, or a political rally, my beautiful,

Whether you call it a circle of outlaws [Velly: a charismatic tough-guy/renegade] surrounding me, my beautiful.

The look is risky and the drip is straight from Milan,

It captures the very soul from the chests of lions.

Just try making eye contact as we pass by,

Twenty-five, twenty-five, fifty—find someone like us,

Show me someone who stands above us,

Show me someone who stands above us,

Show me someone who stands above us.

Twenty-five, twenty-five, fifty—find someone like us,

Show me someone who stands above us,

Show me someone who stands above us,

Show me someone who stands above us.

Forty-fives are tucked into these Gucci belts,

The bullet is loaded afterward, the steel is already eager to fly.

When the vibe gets intense, we indulge a little,

When we want to exude ultimate class, we don our white [traditional attire].

The Medusa head glows on the eyes of your friend,

Our friendship is built on rivets, and our feuds on spirited roars [Lalkare: bold shouts].

May God Himself bestow such a life upon us,

Twenty-five, twenty-five, fifty—find someone like us,

Show me someone who stands above us,

Show me someone who stands above us,

Show me someone who stands above us.

Twenty-five, twenty-five, fifty—find someone like us,

Show me someone who stands above us,

Show me someone who stands above us,

Show me someone who stands above us.

Everyone recognizes us, but only a select few truly know us,

Opening up our secrets to everyone would only lead to ruin.

We tell the cities exactly where we are and where we are headed,

We even tell the storms that we are a step ahead of them.

The heavens are witness to the status we’ve attained,

Twenty-five, twenty-five, fifty—find someone like us,

Show me someone who stands above us,

Show me someone who stands above us,

Show me someone who stands above us.

Twenty-five, twenty-five, fifty—find someone like us,

Show me someone who stands above us,

Show me someone who stands above us,

Show me someone who stands above us.

Our doors are always open for whoever remains,

Whether it’s a motor or a car, we make heads turn.

The one who gets a call at night, her influence is unmatched,

The maiden belonging to this friend is a literal masterpiece [Mumtaz: a reference to the legendary beauty of the Taj Mahal’s muse].

The ones I sit with, [Billo: a term of endearment for a beautiful girl], and the ones I rise with,

Everyone keeps asking them this very thing.

The ones I sit with, [Billo: a term of endearment for a beautiful girl], and the ones I rise with,

Arjan Dhillon [Self-reference to the artist] is making waves even in the simplest moments.

Twenty-five, twenty-five, fifty—find someone like us,

Show me someone who stands above us,

Show me someone who stands above us,

Show me someone who stands above us.

Twenty-five, twenty-five, fifty—find someone like us,

Show me someone who stands above us,

Show me someone who stands above us,

Show me someone who stands above us.