Yeah, lil' spoiled bae
Nardo grey RS4, of course they missed me (buddy, of course)
Sun on my helmet, rolling on the Prado, bike's got the pro shifter (pro shifter)
Wrong way, honey, you're heading the wrong way
Bitch, where were you when I was filling the tank up with 7 euros of gas?
You want to go to war? On God, that's messed up
We take your Audi, we take your girl, we take your bank card
The phone rings, oh, you're taking ketamine
It's Marseille baby, fuck a contract
What's up bro? Chilling, or what? (Motherfuck)
Jump in the whip, I go from zero to 100 in 2.3 seconds
Strapped like a guitar, oh, AC/DC, oh
We cross paths, it's guaranteed, you'll get your shot

I put a ring on Tchickita's finger
Two months later, I've already left her
You're a little bastard, I'm a Nabba, I'm a Diakite (eh)
I'm the captain (eh), I'm gonna decapitate them (eh)
It's not the capital (nah), it's Marseille, baby
1.3, Audi Sport, I pass customs, the reports
Fuck your mother on Rue Canebiere
Fuck your dead on the Vieux-Port (Health & Happiness)
Mi amor, it's the southern districts, it's the northern districts
Fuck your mother on Rue Canebiere
Fuck your dead on the Vieux-Port

I'm in the hood, no helmet, on a kitted scooter
Forget her, she's a hoe, she left you
I'm somewhere else, it's cash that I've crumbled
Since before, they've been using up my lighter
Burst, bazooka flow, I've got boys who move just in case
The bike goes "brm, brm, brm, brm", always here, ask Tchyco
I'm in the game in flip-flops and tracksuit
I fuck the crazy hoes who talk about me on the net
And I'm under the influence, I take a couple of hits of the joint
By the way, we're climbing, send the zeroes on the check
Ah, ah, bro, what's up? Ah, ah, in your head
Ah, ah, grra-ta-ta, ah, ah, for the money
Ah, ah, bro, what's up? Ah, ah, in your head
Ah, ah, grra-ta-ta, ah, ah, for the money
No need to go to Lacoste since I'm made of gold and platinum
And I see their posts on Twitter
Fuck their mother to those who talk shit about the team

In an organized gang, no one can lock us down
In the hood, they smoke that rocket fuel, trailed by plainclothes
See ya later, make one
See ya later, make two
See ya later, ooh-ooh
See ya later, bam-bam

It's 24 karats, I've been rapping since the K-Ra days
The technique, the sick flow, artistically we're on a roll (ok)
T-Max, Arai helmet, wanted in Marrakesh
I hit her with a punch you can't block, it makes her mascara run
The J, he's family (ok), I bring out the RS (vroom, vroom)
Big stack of bills N.A.P.S on your mind
The J, he's family (ok), I bring out the RS (vroom, vroom)
Big stack of bills N.A.P.S on your mind

Yo, stop talking shit, you're nothing but a son of a hooker's bar
I start rapping with a 7 and a 3 in my hand, at the last card dealt, I hit the straight
Yo, I'm going for the gold, the platinum, originally it was the courtrooms
I'm a bit Zampa, a bit Zizou, I offer a glass of Ricard to Putin
Young dealer in the building, running like Usain Bolt
I know how to handle my block, by night, to steal your girl
And it goes, "zumba, cafe, cafe, carnaval"
I'm in the tinted 4x4, trailed by plainclothes
And it goes, "zumba, cafe, cafe, carnaval"
I'm in the tinted 4x4, trailed by plainclothes

In an organized gang, no one can lock us down
In the hood, they smoke that rocket fuel, trailed by plainclothes
See ya later, make one
See ya later, make two
See ya later, ooh-ooh
See ya later, bam-bam

Equal, illegal, Alpha, Omega
Coup d'etat, bullet in the head, that's the price
Pursuit, there's the cops (cops), serene, I get out of the blue (blue)
The hood, handlebar, logistics, ballistic blood on the floor
Ah, tchu-tchu-tcha (tcha), she's a Salvatrucha ('cha)
Haram trafficking, Marseille, you'll find corpses (yeah)
Marseille is a mess, kids without souls taking action
Milli', I want the mill' like the OVNI
I finish these sons of bitches off (yah)

Money makes the friend an enemy, yah
Money makes the enemy a friend, yah
My pockets are full, you're following me
Thought about it, and I ain't gonna think about him no more, yah
Behavior in the zone, yah (zone)
Behave with the men, yah (men)
Cheer up, me, I'm in shape, shape, you act big and you're dead
'Cause it's so true, you've got a bad look in your eye and a bad heart
When I'm struggling to get by, you're loaded (eh)
You suck in bed, we all know your girl
They all fucked her in the visiting room, prisoners passed her around
You owe some money, money, money
You turn up starting shit in the "boom, boom, boom"
For the money, we'll click-click-boom you
Alcohol we glou glou glou (glou, glou, glou)
You owe money, money, money
You turn up in the "boum, boum, boum"
For money we click-click-boom you
Alcohol, we've glug, glug, glugged it (glug, glug, glug)

Yo
You don't want war so why you lighting the fuse? (Fuse, fuse)
I'm in the hood, avoiding the bitches, yo
Me, I don't care what people have to say and my Clio, she's sitting on rims
Do nothing but smoke that yellow, sometimes, with a bit of Mary-Jane
Yesterday, I was drunk, I wanted a blue Porsche GT
There was bread, there were a lot of us, there wasn't a dime, it was two of us (two)
I'm in the hood, darling, in the zone everyone worries about his own stack (his own cash)
There were some traitors, some traitors, some traitors
Fuck his mother, it's nothing, don't worry about it
In the hood, they sell guns, new kicks, I pay in cash
Be careful, the cops are here, they're far away, calm down
It's all for the money, backfire, smoking kills
The whole gang is dancing to the sound of "ratata"

In an organized gang, no one can lock us down
In the hood, they smoke that rocket fuel, trailed by plainclothes
See ya later, make one
See ya later, make two
See ya later, ooh-ooh
See ya later, bam-bam

In an organized gang, no one can lock us down
In the hood, they smoke that rocket fuel, trailed by plainclothes
See ya later, make one
See ya later, make two
See ya later, ooh-ooh
See ya later, bam-bam

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