(Ok, ok) friend, I don't have a license anymore
I drank the whole flash, go ahead, there's the night food (yeah, go ahead)
I like these hands, her nail polish
With her, pursuits make sense in forbidden ways (go ahead, go through there, I said)
When we start, we finish
I like her style with her little Fendi bag
And I have good memories
Like when I wasn't well, you did everything to come
There I was with Kalif, we ended up in the suite, drunk on the corniche
I remember Bibiche
We grew up together, he dares anything

Moni-Monica, Moni-Monica, Moni-Monica, Moni-Monica
Givenchy, Dolce & Gabanna
In the streets of Monaco, Monica, Monica
In the black Lambo', I dress her in Place Vendôme
In the streets of Paname, Monica, Monica
You've seen a lot, you've lived, it shows
In alloy wheels, we look at the moon through the roof

She only wants luxury, bags worth 10 points
To steal her flute, normal she does it tchoin
She's burnt in the zone, everyone knows her in the corner
She only stays with men, normal she rolls her joint
Goes out with her girlfriends to the club, it's Donna Imma
In the neighborhood she does nothing, it's to take care of her image
She always stays at the hookah from Monday to Sunday
She plays her Ninetta in the Porsche Cayman

Moni-Monica, Moni-Monica, Moni-Monica, Moni-Monica
Givenchy, Dolce & Gabanna
In the streets of Monaco, Monica, Monica
In the black Lambo', I dress her in Place Vendôme
In the streets of Paname, Monica, Monica
You've seen a lot, you've lived, it shows
In alloy wheels, we look at the moon through the roof

And you've seen a lot, you've lived, it shows
In alloy wheels, I look at the moon through the roof
Yes, you've seen a lot, you've lived, it shows
In alloy wheels, we look at the moon through the roof (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ah la la la, hmm la la la
Ah la la la, ah la la la (woo woo)

Givenchy, Dolce & Gabanna
In the streets of Monaco, Monica, Monica
In the black Lambo', I dress her in Place Vendôme
In the streets of Paname, Monica, Monica
You've seen a lot, you've lived, it shows
In alloy wheels, we look at the moon through the roof

Oh Monica, oh Monica, oh Monica, oh Monica
Oh Monica, oh Monica, oh Monica, oh Monica
Oh Monica, oh Monica, oh Monica, oh Monica
Oh Monica, oh Monica, oh Monica, oh Monica

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