Текст песни Booba — Money On My Mind

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Medi Med, c'est mon DJ
Pour entrer dans ma soirée, tenue correcte et flingue exigés
Aiguisé est le coup d'genou, le couteau plein d'sang
Je les ai vus comme David Vincent, les ai tués comme Shaka Zulu
Rien à foutre, passe-moi les menottes, j'suis MC à métaux
Depuis la nuit des temps, c'est très, très dur d'être un négro
Mes jambes viennent de Thaïlande, ma queue vient de Tchernobyl
Mon coeur vient d'Afrique, ma face vient d'Obi-Wan Kenobi
Tu ferais klawi, mon braquemart est à l'affiche
On pourra pas s'entendre, comme entre Sunnites et Salafistes
Mon flow est au caviar, le leur est à la pisse
Tu m'cherches, j'suis à la que-ban, dans une chatte ou à la gym, fils

Yeah
Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches
Get money, get money, get money, yeah
Get money, fuck bitches
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money

Yeah
Nigga get it in a slump if you know how
In the heart of the summer we need a snow plow
What you know 'bout that baby it's show time
Coke transactions on the phone we call it blowjob
Too fast for the feds, too cocky for the cops
Had to ditch my old bitch gettin' sloppy wit the pots
Hoppin' off the boat, meetin' papi at the docks
He tell me I'm gainin' weight, I tell him I'm gettin paid
Money over bitches I'm yellin it to the grave
Developed at a young age, go after what pays
These Gabana sunshades block the sunrays
I drop a car note in the mall on the first day
I gotta get it even if it's in the worst way
That cake like it's, it's my birthday
New Orleans my birthplace ya heard me
Where moneys more important than the person
Nigga

Yeah
Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches
Get money, get money, get money yeah
Get money, fuck bitches
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money

Twistin' up a blunt thinkin' 'bout my next dollar
I'm diggin' in the game tryna get some money out her
I'm so vain it's a problem
There ain't a stain on these Pradas, I'm just bein' modest
Got me a goddess, show her how to divide it
She still down and she don't get none of the profit
We around the city, let the tints hide me
Thats a cold muhfucker whoever inside it
Forever symbolizing the grind it don't walk to you
I make it run like horses do
Giddy up baby if you got it then hit 'em up baby
I know it's crazy but I can't get enough baby
I love it, I fucking love it
I'm a self made millionaire, fuck the public
Ridin' to myself cause I don't fuck with nothin'
Pistol on my lap on the way to the money

Yeah
Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches
Get money, fuck bitches, get money

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