[Verse 1]
I get up at 6 a.m. to get green and purple bills
We go from brown to white, change color like Kartel
As many services to my credit as Federer, Monfils or Novac
Hey, today's recipe is hidden under my parka
I don't wait for someone to pass me to score goals, in your team, there are only junkies and pussies
Banned niggas, cock suckers, I'm not a handyman, I have streets vices
Djanka told me “Cafu, shit some classics”, violence only pays if I take your cash
It's you against me, don't bring your team, I boycotted the gym to get a gun
Loca Vida everything is easy, the dope from Morocco, chrome strap
Call if there's a problem, motherfucker
United like Yaya and Kolo, always on the field like Gerrard
The authorities don't know that I have a weapon hidden under my underwear
Cité Rouge Jaurès is 150, go under the porch for a big 50
Waro tell them that these bastards are going to talk about Glock, bastard, that they won't be able to shoot me
I do things well, I make ends meet
I'm going to leave France, if I make a profit, it's not to pay taxes
[Chorus]
Who wants some moula? Nigga, we only smoke the moula
But who wants some moula? My niggas only smoke moula
You smoked my moula, you coughed
You smoked my moula, you coughed
You smoked my moula, you coughed
You smoked my moula, you coughed
I get up at 6 a.m. to get green and purple bills
We go from brown to white, change color like Kartel
As many services to my credit as Federer, Monfils or Novac
Hey, today's recipe is hidden under my parka
I don't wait for someone to pass me to score goals, in your team, there are only junkies and pussies
Banned niggas, cock suckers, I'm not a handyman, I have streets vices
Djanka told me “Cafu, shit some classics”, violence only pays if I take your cash
It's you against me, don't bring your team, I boycotted the gym to get a gun
Loca Vida everything is easy, the dope from Morocco, chrome strap
Call if there's a problem, motherfucker
United like Yaya and Kolo, always on the field like Gerrard
The authorities don't know that I have a weapon hidden under my underwear
Cité Rouge Jaurès is 150, go under the porch for a big 50
Waro tell them that these bastards are going to talk about Glock, bastard, that they won't be able to shoot me
I do things well, I make ends meet
I'm going to leave France, if I make a profit, it's not to pay taxes
[Chorus]
Who wants some moula? Nigga, we only smoke the moula
But who wants some moula? My niggas only smoke moula
You smoked my moula, you coughed
You smoked my moula, you coughed
You smoked my moula, you coughed
You smoked my moula, you coughed
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