Ha ha ha
Like a shadow in the night (ha-ha-ha-ha)
Ha ha ha
Like a shadow in the night (ha-ha-ha-ha)

You see how these guys are talking
If they fight, no one separates them
And if blood is spilled
It will be back to square one
Because these guys also snitch
Forced to plead guilty
Yo, who are you comparing us to?
Purple Money, that's where it all starts
Bro, I wasn't spoon-fed
I sucked the hardship
Mom worked hard
She's the only one who can lecture me
Even she told me to make money
Otherwise, women will crush you
You have to quickly become a big shot
A big mafia boss like Sepp Blatter
Take off your thong while I fuck the Earth
While I rant
Talk about me and I'll fuck your mother
The slightest misstep and it's war
Around me there are a lot of traitors
Don't pretend, it's no longer a secret
But, thank God I have my brothers
I would like to tell you that I'm sad
But the money consoles me
I scratch my balls, I watch you, I laugh
And I play video games
I rap, I consume, I pay taxes
You scratch your girl, honestly hats off
Testing the artist is not a piece of cake
I'm Versace, you're Petit Bateau
I have a scoop for you, it's official
I'm the boss of auto-tune
As long as there's money, you're going to get fucked
I'm not going to change software
They told me it was too commercial
But do you know anyone around you who would refuse a package of money?
It's a crisis, my dude
Today in our cities there are little Arab and black kids
Who dance like George Michael so you shut your mouth
Under the pavement, the sun
And on the pavement, the blood (bang, bang)
At home we kill for money
As if we were killing time
No, there's nothing really bad
Beware of tempting offers
Of what the girl has between her legs
Of lies and other legends
Welcome to France, Paris luxury
Here Cinderella makes porn films
Without forcing she breaks necks
Strong alcohol, she's looking for something
Tell Pablo to take off his wig
I hang out with Rolls and the parrot
Always ready, who would have thought
Always normal, I hang out in the street
Nigga, sometimes I rap in front of wannabes
Or guys who think they are
I come from the north, I pass on the message
Yo, Fuck your mother in three letters
Even if your cousin from the country is crazy
Still send the Western Union
It will always be less crazy
Than taking a whore to Reunion
Even if she's super hot
That she does dirty things
Even if she's cute
It's not with me that you'll play the tough guy
Pack up your balls, be economical
We're going to break your spine
Transport your body perfumed with cologne
We have the same, they come from Poland
Mafia like in Bologna (mafia like in Bologna)
We have the same, they come from Poland
Not even drunk, I'm not even drunk
I'm in reverse on the road to sin
Avenue des Champs-Élysées
She wants a guy sponsored by Lanvin, Zanotti
You sell coke, you sell shit, for Givenchy
I don't give a fuck about all that
I'm not a kisser
God willing, I'm going to the Comoros
To join Moussa's father
I'll pray on time
And make prayers for those who are gone
I started my career by burning my guitar
Often we lose ourselves, we forget ourselves
You see sometimes, I'm troubled
Everyone wants to overtake you
Probably because there's too much money
It's Lartiste, Purple Money
Nine-three Bondy Norte
Don't worry, I don't have much longer
If it can comfort you
Oh, I already have too many worries to carry
I hope the angels will escort us

Ha ha ha
Like a shadow in the night (ha-ha-ha-ha)
Ha ha ha
Like a shadow in the night (ha-ha-ha-ha)
Ha ha ha
Like a shadow in the night (ha-ha-ha-ha)

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