Stock Kings

[Verse]
Mid-thirties, turned hustlers, stock market maneuvers,
Got a hundred grand, foldin' money like rulers,
Porche Cayennes on the coast, livin' opulent delights,
Nightlife under Croatian skies, where the money ignites.
[Verse 2]
Dark shades hide the grind, now it's all about shine,
From heartbreaks to high stakes, a richer design,
Ladies flock, cognac in crystal, gold glimmers in the mist,
Party hard, lids heavy, still ballin' through the wrist.
[Chorus]
Stock kings in Porches, rolling smooth, no brakes,
Living loud in Croatia, cash trails like snakes,
Sip the finest wine, dance to destiny's calls,
We rode the bear market, now it's bulls at the balls.
[Bridge]
Coastal breezes, yacht life, counting the stacks,
From Wall Street to Dubrovnik, no looking back,
Brothers in the hustle, burnt to earn the flash,
From broken dreams to schemes, now we burnin’ cash.
[Verse 3]
Electronic beats, dark rooms, rhythm so intense,
Rags to riches narratives, stacked every cent,
From cubicles to miracles, we toast to the streets,
Our bond in the business, solid as those Wall Street beats.
[Chorus]
Stock kings in Porches, rolling smooth, no brakes,
Living loud in Croatia, cash trails like snakes,
Sip the finest wine, dance to destiny's calls,
We rode the bear market, now it's bulls at the balls.