Work, money, work, money, money, work
Work, money, work, money, money, work (Ambitiou$, boy)

Work, money, earned, jealous, problem
Violent solution or healthy solution
Money attracts problems
Problems solved, enjoying on Avenue Montaigne
Work, money, earned
Girlfriend attracted by the buzz and big checks
But if money decreases
But if money decreases
Don't think she loves you, cheh

We've seen it all, my friend
We started bad to end up at the top
I have friends who work and friends who drug
Booboos to refill their stock
We come out stronger
The struggle, we know it, we still tremble
The youngest can kick you out
For a luxury brand or a gold watch

Bring money to my thugs
Add some heart when you greet
Even if you bring money, I never admit
If I end up there, don't come to the parlour
Homebody, I'm not there, I admit
All your messages, I didn't read them
I hear this voice in my head
Telling me "hang on or say goodbye"

Cut a prod or two
Detail a block or two
Like a carefree air
You speak ill of them but you're jealous of them
When I play, count for two
When you, you chest for them
Add a liter or two
My brain drowning under kilos of weed

Work, money, work, money, money, work
Work, money, work, money, money, work

Money generated by work
But mom's work doesn't generate much
But the work I do brings me where she rents
When I go out at night, I generate a lot of problems
So I smoke a good one and I fly the night like Son Goku
But money problems, it makes you take risks
So before doing it, I drink a good one
Gloss stroke, madam loves, she enjoys
She won't get me, I'm quick
I would take her to Nice
But for that, you need dough
So money work, money, money work
I take a puff and I go back to work
Generate cash, money work

Bring money to my thugs
Add some heart when you greet
Even if you bring money, I never admit
If I end up there, don't come to the parlour
Homebody, I'm not there, I admit
All your messages, I didn't read them
I hear this voice in my head
Telling me "hang on or say goodbye"

Cut a prod or two
Detail a block or two
Like a carefree air
You speak ill of them but you're jealous of them
When I play, count for two
When you, you chest for them
Add a liter or two
My brain drowning under kilos of weed

Cut a prod or two
Detail a block or two
Like a carefree air
You speak ill of them but you're jealous of them
When I play, count for two
When you, you chest for them
Add a liter or two
My brain drowning under kilos of weed

Work, money, work, money, money, work
Work, money, work, money, money, work

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