Han, han, han
Right, right, (woah) yeah
Right, right, (woah) yeah

Yo, yo, fuck your mother and spit inside
Rewriting history is to hide the bloodstains
I want to make this money for my family, for my mini-me
If you have a little kitty, introduce it to my little face
All these bastards want to touch my share but don't have the resources for it
If it's empty in your head, if it's empty in your pussy
Call me quickly, I'll stuff everything in
All my words are to be meditated on,
The truth, you want me to share the money,
Fuck your mother, I only share ideas
To make some dough, I went here, I went there, han
I sleep in palaces, my dick and your ass are inseparable, han
I fly first class, snatch theft, shoplifting
The niggas must weigh like Ashkenazis, like Sephardis
I fuck her and leave, shoot a round or two, I have to get rid of her
I send you to the Lord if I open my envelope and there's not enough
All my niggas are straight, courted by the parallel economy
We steal because the word "wad" and the word "free" both start with an L

The sirens, the system, don't like my skin color too much
The sirens, the system, don't like my skin color too much
So, we move forward without the laws, we shit on them
We move forward without the laws, we shit on them
In the ankles, nigga, in the ankles, nigga
In the head, nigga, in the head, nigga
France came shopping, put us in a mess
You wanted to start rapping, you got yourself in a mess
You're a nigga who does deals, you got yourself in a mess
Everything's fine, as long as my salary shits on your salary

Soon I'll be on the cover of Amina, on Trina's pussy
I arrive like Katrina, rain on the Latinas
Bitch, I bring out your animal side
I remove your makeup via your tear glands
You criticize me on YouTube, a jinn visits you
Swallow some white spirit, swallow my centiliters
If you're 35 and suffering, shut up at my signal
I'm too strong because in my head there's a boy who talks
My father wore clogs, my mother wiped old people's asses
She raised me alone, the good Lord saw her with his own eyes
Talk about her and we show up at your place in disguise
Back like McFly, back like the bailiffs

The sirens, the system, don't like my skin color too much
The sirens, the system, don't like my skin color too much
So, we move forward without the laws, we shit on them
We move forward without the laws, we shit on them
In the ankles, nigga, in the ankles, nigga
In the head, nigga, in the head, nigga
France came shopping, put us in a mess
You wanted to start rapping, you got yourself in a mess
You're a nigga who does deals, you got yourself in a mess
Everything's fine, as long as my salary shits on your salary

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