My brain is smoking, no no, it's not LOL
I drink vanilla Cîroc, money chocolate color
I even saw that there are no friends
They turn their backs, they dirty
On Snap, she banned you
And you, you complain, it's my plan, I screw her
I hang out in the geo-geo I'm on Néné's bike
They want to take the picture, she tells me we're going to love each other
I play Fifa in the Viano, my girl sends me "Ti amo"
Tell the driver "Slow down"
I don't want to end up like Princess Diana

Ah yeah, I'm hot, hot, hot, hot potato
Ah yeah, I'm hot, hot, hot, hot potato

I'm in crisis, don't call me, uh huh
I'm going to slap someone if tomorrow, I go there, han-han-han
They want the euro, they don't want to work
They need love, ah buddy, don't look at my beauty
They act like whores, then they send "Are you there?"
Go ahead buddy, go there, there
Then you cry when there are problems
You run like Alaba-laba

Oh buddy, what's happening to you? Oh buddy
Oh buddy, what's happening to you? Oh buddy

I have to get out of here
I have to get out of here
There are sons of bitches in the zone
There are sons of bitches in the zone
There are sons of bitches in the zone zone zone zone
There are sons of bitches in the zone

Need money money money money money
Need, need money
Need money money money money money
Need, need money
Need money money money money money
Need, need money
Need money money money money money
Need, need money

I stay in my place
I haven't changed since school
I try to forget the big betrayals
Always head high in front of the mirror
I have to pack
I thought I was going to hang out with only sluts
But I saw Pocahontas
I get mad if you look at her when we pass

Oh son of a bitch, oh son of a bitch
Oh son of a bitch, oh son of a bitch

Ah, my heart, you're strong in life
Ah, you're not alone, freedom, my friend
Buddy I can't help you
In the end you're only good at slowing me down
I'm going to talk and all, I'm not going to hold back
Ruined friendship, we can't love each other anymore

There are sons of bitches in the zone
There are sons of bitches in the zone
There are sons of bitches in the zone zone zone zone
There are sons of bitches in the zone

Pass me the ball
I didn't score, time is passing
I have the Merc, it's raining, I'm hunting
I have a cold heart like the welfare office
Brother, they annoy me
The one who approaches, well I gas him
If you screw me, I go home, I come back
And I have to break your head

Oh buddy, what's happening to you? Oh buddy
Oh buddy, what's happening to you? Oh buddy

I have to get out of here
I have to get out of here
There are sons of bitches in the zone
There are sons of bitches in the zone
There are sons of bitches in the zone zone zone zone
There are sons of bitches in the zone

Oh son of a bitch, oh son of a bitch
Oh son of a bitch, oh son of a bitch

Oh son of a bitch, oh son of a bitch
Oh son of a bitch, oh son of a bitch

Need money money money money money
Need, need money
Need money money money money money
Need, need money
Need money money money money money
Need, need money
Need money money money money money
Need, need money

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