Booba - Money on my mind (Remix) lyrics

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Booba - Money on my mind (Remix) lyrics

[b**bA] IZI IZI IZI Me-di Me', 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 Chaka Zulu Rien à foutre pa**e 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 cœur vient d'Afrique, ma force vient d'Obi Wan Kenobi Tu ferais klawi, mon brakmar 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 [Refrain] [Hook: during Refrain] f** b**hes [3X] Get money [3X] Get money f** b**hes f** b**hes get money f** b**hes get money [LIL WAYNE] Yeah n***a 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 its yo time Coke transactions on the phone we call it bl**job Too fast for the feds too co*ky for the cops Had to ditch my old b**h 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 b**hes 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 its 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 n***a [Refrain] [LIL WAYNE] 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 its a problem It ain't a stain on these Pradas I'm just bein modest Got me a goddess sure 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 muhf**er 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 its crazy but I can't get enough baby I love it I f**in love it I'm a self made millionaire f** the public Ridin to myself cause I don't f** with nothin Pistol on my lap on the way to the money Paroles rédigées et expliquées par la communauté RapGenius France

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