Hey
Hey
Hey

Euros, dollars, bills, no need to shout
On the head of my sawed-off shotgun
Every day in the hood I'm burnt out
Counting and recounting, I'm only going up so
For the mother I do it, yes
You're going to run like Interville
You're not ready for what we're going to make you live
I allow myself as it's not allowed
Euros, dollars, bills, no need to shout
On the head of my sawed-off shotgun

If I have my gun
You don't have to see one, two, three on my mother, have fourteen
Dinor, Polak at the start what you don't know
Is that the fusion comes from the 14th, yoh
The beat is the gun, we are precise
If we do this of course you appreciate
My face you appreciate, we are not in a hurry
We put pressure on you and we specify that
Dude it's shit, there's no breakfast
Listen we're going to laugh
I call a 'cup, here we're going to spread it
Even if her face is ugly
In the evening, you will see me a lot in Hermès
But otherwise in the neighborhood only in Air Nike
And like an ad on Leboncoin
Don't hide it, your girl is a scam

Euros, dollars, bills, no need to shout
On the head of my sawed-off shotgun
Every day in the hood I'm burnt out
Counting and recounting, I'm only going up so
For the mother I do it, yes
You're going to run like Interville
You're not ready for what we're going to make you live
I allow myself as it's not allowed
Euros, dollars, bills, no need to shout
On the head of my sawed-off shotgun

You already know Polak
You already know Dinor
Stop hitting
You'll have nothing, my love
In the afternoon, bring out the competition
She dreams that I accompany her
But I only think about money
In my phone, there are no new contacts
Watch the re-pai, watch the ne-jea, it comes from Poland
In my neighborhood there are no weaklings, only real men
Watch the re-pai, watch the ne-jea, it comes from Poland
In my neighborhood there are no weaklings, only real men
In an apartment
I smoke the weed like a sedative
Modji calls me on my Bigophone
He thought of me while walking
He heard my sound on the radio
Told me my bro, "one day we'll have them"
In the meantime bring in the euros
In the meantime bring in the euros

Euros, dollars, bills, no need to shout
On the head of my sawed-off shotgun
Every day in the hood I'm burnt out
Counting and recounting, I'm only going up so
For the mother I do it, yes
You're going to run like Interville
You're not ready for what we're going to make you live
I allow myself as it's not allowed
Euros, dollars, bills, no need to shout
On the head of my sawed-off shotgun

Euros, dollars, bills, no need to shout
Euros, dollars, bills, no need to shout
Euros, dollars, bills, no need to shout

So, so, so, so yeah

No, no, no, no

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