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Description
Featured Artist: Joke
Composer: Notinbed
Lyrics and translation
Original
Money, money, money. . .
Money, money. . .
Money, money. . .
Where my niggas? Where my niggas? Where my niggas?
Where my niggas?
Haute couture, j'la fais danser sur un film.
Le rap m'obsède, se rongent les doigts sur mon style. Si j'te coulais chaque mois, j'écoulerais un kil'.
J'écris sans virgule, j'suis le numéro impie.
J'ouvre ton cou et j'te tire par la crinière.
J'tire des tirs fuis, maintenant ça t'empathie, yeah.
C'est pas l'homme qui tue, non, c'est l'homme qui tue la guerre.
Je marche sur l'eau, sur la tombe d'ma benade. Belica, Belica, what?
Belica, Belica, what? Belica, Belica, what, what, what, what, what? Belica,
Belica, what? Belica, Belica, what?
Belica, Belica, what, what, what, what, -what? -Where my niggas? Where my niggas?
Where my niggas?
Where my niggas?
J'entasse les billets, j'suis en Suisse. Bébé, prends tout c'que tu veux chez
Givenchy. Manchester Hôtel Cost ou Méridien.
On va faire des trips polis comme les Libyens. Ah, ok, kay, kay.
Donne-moi ce cake, cake, cake. Que j'sorte mon AK-K forty-seven, vrai té-té. Ah, ok, kay, kay.
Donne-moi ce cake, cake, cake. Que j'déboule capuché sur la genette du KKK.
Petit Papa Noël, j'mets du biff dans mes souliers.
J'sors des Galeries, quatre ceintures noires comme si j'étais David Douillet.
J'suis le seul et tu le sais bien, tous les autres ne valent rien.
Sont bons qu'à finir leurs phrases par « nous » et mettre du filigrane.
Belica, Belica, Belica, Belica, Belica, Belica, what, what, what, what, what?
Belica, Belica, Belica, Belica, Belica, Belica, Belica,
Belica.
Where my niggas? Where my niggas? Where my niggas?
Where -my niggas? -J'suis dans le binks, hella, menotté comme
Mandela. Aucune garde à vue, y a pas de lacets sur ma Margiela.
Binks, hella, menotté comme Mandela. Aucune garde à vue, y a pas de lacets sur ma Margiela.
Hella, hella. Aucune garde à vue, y a pas de lacets sur ma
Margiela.
Hella, hella.
English translation
Money, money, money. . .
Money, money. . .
Money, money. . .
Where my niggas? Where my niggas? Where my niggas?
Where my niggas?
Haute couture, I make her dance on a film.
Rap obsesses me, fingers gnaw on my style. If I sold you every month, I would spend a thousand.
I write without commas, I'm the ungodly number.
I open your neck and pull you by the mane.
I shoot leaked shots, now it empathizes with you, yeah.
It's not the man who kills, no, it's the man who kills war.
I walk on the water, on the grave of my beneade. Belica, Belica, what?
Belica, Belica, what? Belica, Belica, what, what, what, what, what? Belica,
Belica, what? Belica, Belica, what?
Belica, Belica, what, what, what, what, -what? -Where my niggas? Where my niggas?
Where my niggas?
Where my niggas?
I'm piling up the tickets, I'm in Switzerland. Baby, take everything you want from
Givenchy. Manchester Hotel Cost or Meridien.
We're going to take polite trips like the Libyans. Ah, okay, kay, kay.
Give me that cake, cake, cake. Let me take out my AK-K forty-seven, real te-te. Ah, okay, kay, kay.
Give me that cake, cake, cake. Let me rush into the KKK genet, hooded.
Little Santa Claus, I'm putting money in my shoes.
I come out of the Galleries, four black belts as if I were David Douillet.
I'm the only one and you know it, everyone else is worthless.
Are only good at ending their sentences with “we” and putting a watermark.
Belica, Belica, Belica, Belica, Belica, Belica, what, what, what, what, what?
Belica, Belica, Belica, Belica, Belica, Belica, Belica,
Belica.
Where my niggas? Where my niggas? Where my niggas?
Where-my niggas? -I'm in the binks, hella, handcuffed like
Mandela. No custody, no laces on my Margiela.
Binks, hella, handcuffed like Mandela. No custody, no laces on my Margiela.
Hella, hella. No custody, no laces on my
Margiela.
Hella, hella.