Paris

Ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha

It's almost the end (grr), I’m hitting the Drill like a hitman (poh)
I’m in the city, not touching the SACEM, I’ve set sail, I can feel the cops
They could show up at any moment, I’m wasted, I’ve drunk all the Tequila
Sick of it when they don’t talk big money, Arai helmet, you don’t know who’s here (you don’t know who’s here, you don’t know who’s here)
She, she, she loves being known for selling crack, you know my triangle, the dirtiest zone
I screw a chick then, I screw a crack (I screw a crack then, I screw a crack)
A, a, friendships ruined over cash, I buy a blunt, I stash it in my pants, hoping not to run into the cops

I, I, I need cash and a big villa, the co-pilot counts my dough, don’t talk to them, they’re too rushed
We’re too precise, we’ll scope you out then, we’ll proceed
Fans think I’m possessed, I was in the block, now I’m selling CDs

Paris, it’s magic, I love my city too much, it’s buzzing from all sides, big bike lifted on the ring road, the chatter, it’s rough
I stroll through the hood, your girl asks for a photo, I remember, she was acting all fancy
The, the street, it’s dark, it’s either cash or death, it’s either cash or death

I’m Parisian like Mbappé, come over here, there’s what you need to get high
But if you’re lazy, you stay home, I need a little hustle every night
I smoke the good stuff from Rotterdam in the park, you gotta come at me dead for me to lose hope
I’m done, I’ll take them apart in the shower, lost my mind, now I’m gonna take off her robe
The, the, the mom didn’t want me out at night (ha-ha), I’ve, I’ve, I’ve made too many mistakes, I can’t miss my chance
The grind beats my head every night (ha-ha), where, where are my enemies? Bring them to me, I’m gonna drink them up (ha-ha)

I, I, I need cash and a big villa, the co-pilot counts my dough, don’t talk to them, they’re too rushed
We’re too precise, we’ll scope you out then, we’ll proceed
Fans think I’m possessed, I was in the block, now I’m selling CDs

Paris, it’s magic, I love my city too much, it’s buzzing from all sides, big bike lifted on the ring road, the chatter, it’s rough
I stroll through the hood, your girl asks for a photo, I remember, she was acting all fancy
The, the street, it’s dark, it’s either cash or death, it’s either cash or death
Paris, it’s magic, I love my city too much, it’s buzzing from all sides, big bike lifted on the ring road, the chatter, it’s rough
I stroll through the hood, your girl asks for a photo, I remember, she was acting all fancy
The, the street, it’s dark, it’s either cash or death, it’s either cash or death