Awa the mafia, my nigga
Ouh, DJ Kore
Ouh

Everyone goes their own way (way)
I don't want you on my path anymore
You're not up to par (par)
I won't give you my hand
You want my cash, cash, cash, cash
Cash, cash every weekend, weekend
Cash, cash, cash, cash
Cash, cash every weekend, weekend

Baby, I left you, you're overdue
All my feelings have taken a firm stand
No reduction of sentence on the melody
My heart comes out of the favelas
In love, you shouldn't count
She wants gold in her glass
Miss is overrated
I had to let go

So leave, close the door
I don't want any bitches in my car
She looks at my snaps but I've already blocked her
But I think about her ass all night (ouh)

Everyone goes their own way (way)
I don't want you on my path anymore
You're not up to par (par)
I won't give you my hand
You want my cash, cash, cash, cash
Cash, cash every weekend, weekend
Cash, cash, cash, cash
Cash, cash every weekend, weekend

All night, baby I won't lie to you
To start, you'll have to speak French
So you thought I was going to spend (hum-hum)
Obviously the money is hidden

You want my downfall, no need
Givenchy you just want me to pay
Isabelle, Annabelle
Who are you, I don't remember your name?

So leave, close the door
I don't want any bitches in my car
She looks at my snaps but I've already blocked her
But I think about her ass all night (ouh)

Everyone goes their own way (way)
I don't want you on my path anymore
You're not up to par (par)
I won't give you my hand
You want my cash, cash, cash, cash
Cash, cash every weekend, weekend
Cash, cash, cash, cash
Cash, cash every weekend, weekend

Baby wants cash, wants cash
Baby wants cash, wants cash
Baby wants cash, wants cash
Baby wants cash, wants cash (yeah)

She wants money, she wants money
She wants money, yeah (she wants money)
She wants money, she wants money
She wants money (she wants money)

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