And I don't know if I'm going to stay (I don't know if I'm going to stay)
In my head it's love money (in my head it's only money)
I was the target in the neighborhood (these bastards they wanted to do us)
And you know that I'm armed and, you know that I'm a danger
But, you want to negotiate (mate nothing is negotiable)
In sin, I drowned and, the four hundred steps I know them
But, these people are cowards and, they don't even scratch tickets
And, there's weed in the bag but the police on the side want to arrest me (hah, yah, yah, yah)

These sons of bitches closed the door on me
I'm forced to break in
No pressure in front of the bill
Green bills become my collection
It's too late if you want to suck me (hm)
My melodies are out of stock
Just a caliber no need to be stock
So watch how you react

Two, three, calibers in the box (two, three, calibers in the box)
Five thousand, euros, in the gov' (five thousand, euros, in the gov')
We are on your ribs (psh, psh)
Two, three, calibers in the box (two, three, calibers in the box)
I'm in the city not to say hello or give you a gift, but to skin you
I'm in the city not to say hello or give you a gift, but to skin you
I'm making money, yah
We make money, tic tac
We make money, yah
We make money, tic tac

Well, here we go it's your favorite rapper's favorite rapper
You're not ready, run, between the Uzi or the 9 millimeters
How many are my enemies? That's what will make me decide
To kill these cowards, that's what I've been doing since I've been selling CDs
It's serious, I'm moving your city from mixtape to mixtape
I've figured out what the soldiers wanted and those who loved us
I'm in my crane, I'm moving them all
If they light me up, hide 4-2 will avenge me
I'm in my thing and I love money like Modi
Don't sell the C or the good God will curse you
It's death, these guys are street, work on dead fields
For the gold diggers it's money that makes the man
I see them as whores, they see me as a love
My love I'm going to finish this novel, HK (yaaah)

Two, three, calibers in the box (two, three, calibers in the box)
Five thousand, euros, in the gov' (five thousand, euros, in the gov')
We are on your ribs (psh, psh)
Two, three, calibers in the box (two, three, calibers in the box)
I'm in the city not to say hello or give you a gift, but to skin you
I'm in the city not to say hello or give you a gift, but to skin you
I'm making money, yah
We make money, tic tac
We make money, yah
We make money, tic tac

She's in the kitchen, whippin' the dope
Wants to visit me but I know her boyfriend
And the cops are grilling you, you've dropped names
And our enemies know we make the pump scream
What's up my friend it surprises you
On my head I have the crown
We hustle while they sleep, yah yah yah oh
Damn guys we are internet stars
And I haven't changed I'm still the same
They saw me eat, want to take my plate
Friends light up just for a recipe
In one day, I make a month's salary
For the family we will make your mother cry
You may be good but you have nothing in your head
So don't come and tell me you're not here for the buzz (yaaah)

Two, three, calibers in the box (two, three, calibers in the box)
Five thousand, euros, in the gov' (five thousand, euros, in the gov')
We are on your ribs (psh, psh)
Two, three, calibers in the box (two, three, calibers in the box)
I'm in the city not to say hello or give you a gift, but to skin you
I'm in the city not to say hello or give you a gift, but to skin you
I'm making money, yah
We make money, tic tac
We make money, yah
We make money, tic tac

VIEW ORIGINAL LYRICS