Baby, pack your bags, we're leaving the street
I've made some profit that we're going to invest in Africa
I know what it's like to be starving
Today, I say "Thank God"
It's not Paris, it's the credit card that's magic, hmm

I sent my first bills to my aunts, Western to Congo
Then I changed up my clothes, Louis, Gucci, to feel attractive
I've dreamed of it since I was little, so I got myself the last Benz
Get in the car for a bit, you'll always have a spot next to me

Like the boss in the trap, we got the women, we have two burners
You may be the strongest but we've got the tactics to snuff you out
She wants that ring on her finger
If I have nothing left, she'll turn her back on me
I give them some without forgetting, not resentful, I'm that kind of nigga

Baby, pack your bags, we're leaving the street
I've made some profit that we're going to invest in Africa
I know what it's like to be starving, today, I say "Thank God"
It's not Paris, it's the credit card that's magic, hmm

At the start, there was nothing
We'd only meet up to play ball
Now, we no longer have to wait in line
I slip on a thousand euros, I mean my pants

When I say I made some money, I mean that it's all good
Go brief all the cops, ask him if that's my car

Ah, when there's no money, I feel bad, I feel weak
Some Jack Honey to forget all that, fill my glass up again
They want my royalties, they want my buzz, they want to do me in
But I'm not alone, got all my homies, all my brothers

Baby, pack your bags, we're leaving the street
I've made some profit that we're going to invest in Africa
I know what it's like to be starving
Today, I say "Thank God" (today)
It's not Paris, it's the credit card that's magic, hmm (thank God)

There's nothing left to do here (here) I've already made my money
My darling has a lovely physique, it's a permanent vacation
That's the scenario, eh, leaving the hood, eh
The hood, eh, that's the scenario, eh

Baby, pack your bags, we're leaving the street
I've made some profit that we're going to invest in Africa
I know what it's like to be starving
Today, I say "Thank God"
It's not Paris, it's the credit card that's magic, hmm

Tiako' the melody, hi
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm, Dadju, hey
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm (Seysey)
Tiako' the melody, hi
Hmm-hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm-hmm, Dadju
Oh, oh, ah

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