The girl from the media is bothering me A cloud of things to do That are under my head It's starting to get ugly Minus 8000 in my account It's starting to get real I don't have the heart to party anymore I don't have the victory I feel bad bro if you don't invite me You want it to go We know that the whole team is going Yeah, look above you If you ever find nothing I put my coat on a Kun Delic I'm just a poor guy with problems of riches Every day at the studio I kick some ass We leave in the evening, we say good morning Dirty moron Don't come to talk about Arab money to a Maghreb If you dream of being a prince in the city Drink your glass, put your seal on and stay calm Shut up, there won't be one, there won't be one, one of easy Shut up, there won't be one, there won't be one, one of easy We make money like a city To complete it I have big screws I put the accounts at the tip of my fingers And I have about ten of them I don't believe in love I'm ready to take my son The heart of a man is like an egg You have to break it for it to grow And there is pain in life The sweat or the tears You can fall under the cat But we will never be good friends I only eat my head I only think about my debt By force of service I broke my racket So that one day I can finally say Without having to lie That life is beautiful I will have to cry on the sofas I don't give a * Call me Baudelaire If my word is worth tears My silence is diamond If you dream of being a prince in the city Drink your glass, put your seal and stay calm Shut up, there won't be one, there won't be one, one of easy There won't be one, there won't be one, one of easy If you dream of being a queen in the city Drink your glass, put your seal and stay calm Shut up, there won't be one, there won't be one, one of easy Shut up, there won't be one, there won't be one, one of easy