One Hundred Million Cero Trophies

[Verse 1] 117, no cap in sight Gooners choke the title fight Villa flipped fifteen for hundred-million gain Arteta’s Process down the drain North London Tourists, begging for a cup Pressure hits, you fold it up Buenos en pases, mejores en pechear Allergic to gold, disappear [Chorus] One-one-seven, he’ll be loaned out by the winter, The North London Tourists, your season’s just a splinter. Off to Strasbourg just to balance out the greed, While you bottle every trophy and you’re crying in your seats. [Instrumental break] [Verse 2] Contracted until thirty-three? Decade on the shelf, you’ll see Villa’s playing with elite Gooners rot on London street Buenos en la facha, mejores en el suelo Cabinet is strictly zero Uncapped logic in the gap Title dreams inside a trap [Chorus] One-one-seven, he’ll be loaned out by the winter, The North London Tourists, your season’s just a splinter. Off to Strasbourg just to balance out the greed, While you bottle every trophy and you’re crying in your seats. [Outro] Empty trophy rooms, hundred-million fraud Mind the gap, Gooners, you’re ignored