(Million Man On The Beat) hee, hee
I'm in the binks, chilling in the 50k
Hee, hee
Hee, hee
Hee, hee
And I'm in the binks, chilling in the 50k
Hee, hee

Beautiful cars, cups, drugs, money
Cash, liters, workers, lookouts
Cops, investigations, seizures, snitches
The search, the GAV, the deposit, the closet
Make the cylinder go away, stay in the building, bro
In the trunk of the Golf 7R, I put four kilos
And if the cops come, empty the building, bro
Wait for a little call and go back to work, bro

I come out of the deposit, I'm lucky, I just escaped from jail
It's nice to talk but actor do you have the guts?
She says I have talent so I bring out the bottle
New clip, new whore, new hotel room
And look at my subscribers, I'm the one with the most flow
I'm the one with the most buzz, I'm the one who fucks everyone
And since "Ténébreux #1", I attract record companies
In addition to the drugs, soon there will be records
I'm dead tired in the 50k
I see the competition in quarantine
I had to think like a grown-up
Not seeing everything in bulk from time to time raw
You had to be bitter
So they took me for an ungrateful
So today it's me who eats
They missed traces, that's what it's like to be late
And in times of crisis we tighten the grip
They all manifest themselves in truth it was time
And in the old days they all boycotted me
Because I was smaller
And today well it's these same whores
Now who suck my dick
She wants me to fuck her since I have buzz
She kisses me, she tells me she misses me
But me basically it's just the field, just the field
I live for my tower, just for my tower
Apparently I'm wrong and I should focus on rap
But how to tell you that it hurts me when I see all these missed opportunities
So I have to detail, re-detail and detail again
10pm I go back to the field, I recover, I re-count and I re-count
It's not money that makes the Man but it's the Man who has to make money
And since I recover every day I actually have enough to be a Man

I wanted money not success
And since the little ones succeed
I'm your baby supposedly
When you suck me, I want you to look me in the eyes
In truth I never have enough
So I can't sit still
I talk with the worker, we wonder how to bring in more money

Beautiful cars, cups, drugs, money
Cash, liters, workers, lookouts
Cops, investigations, seizures, snitches
The search, the GAV, the deposit, the closet
Make the cylinder go away, stay in the building, bro
In the trunk of the Golf 7R, I put four kilos
And if the cops come, empty the building, bro
Wait for a little call and go back to work, bro

And go back to work, bro

And I'm in the binks, chilling in the 50k
Hee, hee

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