Put your gold digger on the sidelines, wallah she's useless
Throw away your court-appointed lawyer, damn he's useless
In the visiting room, your mother loves you, believe me, even if she says nothing
Middle finger up against the system, in the Senate they talk for nothing
7.8 I knew great misery in the neighborhood, I started from nothing
Struggling on the field, lifting the bike in an I
Doing chases without brakes
The cops question me, threaten me
It's a lost cause, no I won't say anything (walou)
Sleeping on a bench at Montparnasse, no more weed, missed the last train
I make money, send cash orders back home, I don't care about rap
You reap what you sow and that I know, I make dough, I watch the grain
Send the Attiéké, the tagine, my brother, I'm proud to be African
And if I die from a bullet in the back, my daughter
Don't cry, tell yourself it's destiny (mektoub)
You don't know what a woman is capable of doing
For a pair of Louboutins (Christian)
You don't know what a guy is capable of doing
To get cozy between two breasts (Zahia)
Often outlined in white chalk but I won't draw you a picture
Writer, I made millions with a pen, without much effort
And it sells, and it sells (rlah rlah), on the field they shoot for nothing
Lamborghini, Lamborghini in the garage but nothing left to fill the tank
It goes down armed and if the cops light you up, you go out
Big mess and if your buddy herleb wAllah he's useless

You're useless, you're useless
You're useless, you're useless
I'll hang you with my Salvatore Ferragamo
I make more money than your big brother's big brother

You're useless, you're useless
You're useless, you're useless
I'll hang you with my Salvatore Ferragamo
I make more money than your big brother's big brother

I haven't lost my values and principles
Facing showbiz and its elite
My dear, footballers are like the French lottery,
You get lucky if you scratch one
When the narcotics squad knocks on the door
You regret the magnums and the Meridian rooms
And if I don't stomp on that son of a bitch
It's because I don't want to stain my new Balmain jeans
Clock on time, I have a G-Master 2 on the wrist of number one
What's new Fouiny Babe, I was about to break through, Momo, Romaric had instinct
These rappers barely lasted six months
Listening to them, they did twenty full years
I told you it's either jail or luxury, my son, you'll be rich or an orphan
You act tough online but in person you stutter, you speak in Latin
In the new school, there are only big fans and I have the flow of Jacques Martin
I hold the pillars then the walls in case the angels call me tomorrow
Marlish, I shake your hand even if you're useless

You're useless, you're useless
You're useless, you're useless
I'll hang you with my Salvatore Ferragamo
I make more money than your big brother's big brother

You're useless, you're useless
You're useless, you're useless
I'll hang you with my Salvatore Ferragamo
I make more money than your big brother's big brother

Wesh my dude, cheers
Lots of green bills yet I didn't sign with Saint-Étienne
Don't act like a lover, bro
If your girl sucks in hookah bars for a glass of tea
You don't move, no, you're useless, you don't have papers, no, you're useless
When we smoke your weed we don't cough, your girl doesn't blow me, you're both useless
French rap, I make love to it, I'll leave at the top like Ashour
Shooting at the hnoucha, it's for my miss mourte like ja skin
If you give tips like Huggy Huggy
Don't think we'll shake your damn hand
Like in French rap, I don't know if you noticed
There's always a guy in the group who's useless

You're useless, you're useless
You're useless, you're useless
I'll hang you with my Salvatore Ferragamo
I make more money than your big brother's big brother

You're useless, you're useless
You're useless, you're useless
I'll hang you with my Salvatore Ferragamo
I make more money than your big brother's big brother

Yeah, CDC 4
The charger speaks, the tires screech
Hey yo Ruskov, I think Hall F is back in service
Skuuurr

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