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Description
The glitz of shop windows and the rustle of banknotes - like a fleeting fragment of a dream of luxury, where everything is measured in codes, trunks, and numbers in bank accounts. The night streets of Paris turn into a catwalk: a Rolls-Royce pulls up, pockets full of fifty-dollar bills, nineteen pairs of new clothes in the wardrobe, and a voice that exudes confidence that any obstacle can be overcome in an instant. There is a scent of risk and a slight brutality in the threats - “get out, or else...” - like the soundtrack to films about fast money and even faster loss of sleep.
The vocals are like a diary entry for those who are used to living on the move: bragging coexists with pragmatic cruelty, success with constant vigilance. There is an ironic twist to this: the appearance of a perfect life crumbles as soon as you look at the details - shadows follow the glamour of the suits, and the “ascent” has left a bitter taste of broken promises. The night is beautiful but cold; the only constant is moving forward, the road, and carefully counting the steps taken.
Lyrics and translation
Original
-Euh, quartier Louis Vuitton. -T'es fou ou quoi?
Hey, hey, la bitch elle sait qu'on bosse.
RKO.
Gang, gang, gang, gang.
Quartier Louis Vuitton, la bitch elle sait qu'on bosse.
Le coffre rempli de litrons, le code c'est fuck les cops.
Ça compte pas en briques, dans le club on parle qu'aux boss. J'arrive en
Rolls-Royce, elle repart sans son cloch'.
Casse-toi d'ici, ou j'te tire dessus.
Espèce d'imbécile, Glock 19 dans le dressing.
Ils connaissent pas nos vies, j'te jure faut toutes les baiser.
Et si ça part en vrille, le vol on le prend en -biz' -Chargaison, nouvel arrivage, apparition.
J'découpe la zip et j'la revends dans Paris Centre.
Formation, on déboule devant ta maison. Fais different, y'aura nos blases dans le Parisien.
Y'a quatre trucs qu'on demande : guérison, géraison, ablution juste après la mission.
L'addition, j'la regarde plus depuis l'ascension.
L'ascenseur pue la pisse, fiscale est l'évasion. Pourquoi tu t'intéresses au R?
-Mais t'es fou.
-Mon biff, mes placements, ma vie, mes déplacements. Chez moi, mon emplacement, devine.
C'est qui la première place au classement? J'en perds dans la casse-toi, des putains d'écrasements de tête.
J'ai qu'une seule baby, j'ai plein de conquêtes.
Nouvelle cirkul, j'réponds merci. J'annonce bête si, j'me casse au bled.
Quartier Louis Vuitton, la bitch elle sait qu'on bosse.
Le coffre rempli de litrons, le code c'est fuck les cops.
Ça compte pas en briques, dans le club on parle qu'aux boss. J'arrive en
Rolls-Royce, elle repart sans son cloch'.
Casse-toi d'ici, ou j'te tire dessus.
Espèce d'imbécile, Glock 19 dans le dressing.
Ils connaissent pas nos vies, j'te jure faut toutes les baiser.
Et si ça part en vrille, le vol on le prend en biz'.
Depuis tout petit, j'fais des impacts.
Et comme le filtré, j'vais les piquer trois fois. Trois fois. On part d'la fonte dans l'Huracan.
J'repense aux te-tre et sucer les capotes. J'm'occupe plus d'Antoinette, j'ai trouvé un plan.
Mais toi t'as pas une pièce pour payer le pape Étoile.
J'casse des gueules depuis longtemps, ça met du temps. Maintenant qu'j'ai mis un pied, j'vais fumer toutes ces barres.
J'réponds deux pétées, deux fois. SD, faut pas me chercher.
Dans ma te-tê, c'est comme si j'avais deux voix. J'l'allume, j'mets tout en cachette.
J'me comporte déjà comme si j'étais devant. Beaucoup de bitch, beaucoup de maille.
J'écoeure tout le monde comme Cassius Clay. Maintenant, j'vois du monde, j'suis plus distant.
-J'voyage en sky, c'est plus d'titres.
-Quartier Louis Vuitton, la bitch elle sait qu'on bosse. Le coffre rempli de litrons, le code c'est fuck les cops.
Ça compte pas en briques, dans le club on parle qu'aux boss. J'arrive en
Rolls-Royce, elle repart sans son cloch'.
Casse-toi d'ici, ou j'te tire dessus.
Espèce d'imbécile, Glock 19 dans le dressing.
Ils connaissent pas nos vies, j'te jure faut toutes les baiser.
Et si ça part en vrille, le vol on le prend en biz'.
Gang, gang.
Quartier Louis Vuitton, la bitch elle sait qu'on bosse.
English translation
-Uh, Louis Vuitton district. -Are you crazy or what?
Hey, hey, the bitch knows we work.
RKO.
Gang, gang, gang, gang.
Louis Vuitton district, the bitch knows we work.
The trunk full of liters, the code is fuck the cops.
It doesn't count in bricks, in the club we only talk to the bosses. I arrive in
Rolls-Royce, it leaves without its bell.
Get out of here, or I'll shoot you.
You idiot, Glock 19 in the dressing room.
They don't know our lives, I swear you have to fuck them all.
And if things go into a tailspin, we take the flight in -biz' -Loading, new arrival, appearance.
I cut the zip and resell it in Paris Center.
Training, we arrive in front of your house. Make a difference, there will be our blases in the Parisian.
There are four things we ask for: healing, management, ablution right after the mission.
I haven't looked at the bill since the ascent.
The elevator stinks of piss, tax is evasion. Why are you interested in the R?
-But you're crazy.
-My money, my investments, my life, my travels. Home, my location, guess.
Who is in first place in the ranking? I lose some in the shit, fucking head crushes.
I only have one baby, I have lots of conquests.
New cirkul, I answer thank you. I say stupidly, I'm going to hell.
Louis Vuitton district, the bitch knows we work.
The trunk full of liters, the code is fuck the cops.
It doesn't count in bricks, in the club we only talk to the bosses. I arrive in
Rolls-Royce, it leaves without its bell.
Get out of here, or I'll shoot you.
You idiot, Glock 19 in the dressing room.
They don't know our lives, I swear you have to fuck them all.
And if things go wrong, we'll take the flight on the fly.
Since I was little, I’ve been making impacts.
And like the filtered one, I'm going to prick them three times. Three times. We start from the cast iron in the Huracan.
I think about hanging out and sucking condoms. I don't care about Antoinette anymore, I found a plan.
But you don't have a coin to pay Pope Star.
I've been breaking heads for a long time, it takes time. Now that I'm here, I'm going to smoke all these bars.
I answer two farts, twice. SD, don't look for me.
In my head, it's as if I have two voices. I turn it on, I put everything in secret.
I already behave as if I were in front. Lots of bitch, lots of mesh.
I disgust everyone like Cassius Clay. Now I see people, I'm more distant.
-I'm traveling in the sky, it's more titles.
-Louis Vuitton district, the bitch knows we work. The trunk full of liters, the code is fuck the cops.
It doesn't count in bricks, in the club we only talk to the bosses. I arrive in
Rolls-Royce, it leaves without its bell.
Get out of here, or I'll shoot you.
You idiot, Glock 19 in the dressing room.
They don't know our lives, I swear you have to fuck them all.
And if things go wrong, we'll take the flight on the fly.
Gang, gang.
Louis Vuitton district, the bitch knows we work.