Prince

I need my glasses in the club, yeah, yeah
I need my Cartiers, yeah, yeah
(Listen to the Basque of the Prince)
Go, let's go
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Let's get it
Zo', Zo', Zola (Zola)

I get lost if I leave my zone (zone, zone)
The "money" button is the only one on my phone (hello?)
I put bags at her place
She doesn't know what's in them, she's stupid (the little bitch)
Don't piss me off when I'm smoking my cone (dirty)
I put them in armlocks like in Worldstar
Wad of cash, weed in the blister pack
Payment received, I plant like a scammer
Dolce, 'sace, so two routers
And I have so many chains, chains, chains, chains (ice)
That at first glance, they speak to me in English (ice, hello?)
I will never sleep with her
Who left my messages in gray (go on, bye)

In the club, my bills are all on the floor (are on the ground, boy)
We see the world in red under Cartier Panther, boy (it's dirty)
There must be no holes if you want to leave, damn (na, na, na)
You don't want to fuck, we take your partner

In the trenches
In the trenches, the warriors don't see the sky
If you want to do it, you'll have to do it alone
They only see success so they imagine it's easy (yes sir)
Hablas spanish? No
You speak money? Yeah (yeah)
The managers who get their artists stolen
I know some, yeah (Zo')

Several bags on me like a tracker who doesn't know where he's going (Big Zo')
I don't let my little ones taste the product
That I make them sell (grr, paw, paw)
There's weed that God makes on this Earth
I didn't smoke Al Fakher (some weed)
I can plan a homeboy, with whom I hung out, I have a fake heart
Tattoos on my face and they offer me jobs easily
I pull hard on the rope but there are two bitches at the end of the leash
The little one, she's freaky
I fuck her and I leave her (I kill her)
If you're short of money
Pass kilos that I lighten you

The club becomes dark as soon as I step in
Tinted Cartier, you ignore it but it steps in (Cartier, Cartier)
In the name, only four letters, no need for me to spell it out
Cartier, Cartier, Cartier
When I hang out there, I take shoulders

In the club, my bills are all on the floor (are on the ground, boy)
We see the world in red under Cartier Panther, boy
There must be no holes if you want to leave, damn (na, na, na)
You don't want to fuck, we take your partner

In the trenches
In the trenches, the warriors don't see the sky
If you want to do it, you'll have to do it alone
They only see success so they imagine it's easy
Hablas spanish? No
You speak money? Yeah (Big Zo')
The managers who get their artists stolen
I know some, yeah

Take it down
And let it run down
L1, L2

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