Dieu Merci (feat. Tiakola)

Oh, eh, oh, eh, eh, oh, eh, oh
Oh, eh, oh, eh, eh, oh, eh, oh
My darling, pack your bags, we're leaving the street
I made profit that we'll invest in Africa
I know what it's like to be hungry
Today, I say: Thank God
It's not Paris, but the credit card that is magical, hmm

I gave my first llets-bi to my aunts, Western in Congo
Then I changed clothes, Louis, Gucci, to feel beautiful
I dreamed of it since I was little so I broke the last Merco'
Get in the fast car, there will always be a place for you
Like the boss of the oven, we have the women, we have two bigos
You may be the strongest, but to turn you off, we have the method
She wants the ring on her finger

If I have nothing left, she will turn her back on me
I give them without forgetting, not resentful, I'm that kind of guy
My darling, pack your bags, we're leaving the street
I made profit that we'll invest in Africa
I know what it's like to be hungry, today, I say: Thank God
It's not Paris, but the credit card that is magical, hmm

At first, there was nothing
We only met to play ball
Now, no more waiting in line
I put on 1000 eu', it's my pants
When I say I made money, everything is good
Go brief all the bankers, ask them if it's my gamos
Ah, when there's no money, I feel bad, I feel weak
To forget all that, from Jack to honey, put it back in the glass

They want my royalties, they want my buzz, they want to make me
No, I'm not alone, I have all my buddies, I have all my brothers
My darling, pack your bags, we're leaving the street
I made profit that we'll invest in Africa
I know what it's like to be hungry
Today, I say: Thank God (today)
It's not Paris, but the credit card that is magical, hmm (Thank God)

Oh, eh, oh, eh, eh, oh, eh, oh
Oh, eh, oh, eh, eh, oh, eh, oh
Oh, eh, oh, eh, eh, oh, eh, oh
Oh, eh, oh, eh, eh, oh, eh, oh

There's nothing left to do here (here) I've already made my fe-bi
My darling has a nice physique, vacation in CDI
It's the scenario, eh, leaving the bendo, eh
Leaving the bendo, eh, it's the scenario, eh
My darling, pack your bags, we're leaving the street
I made profit that we'll invest in Africa
I know what it's like to be hungry
Today, I say: Thank God
It's not Paris, but the credit card that is magical, hmm

Oh, eh, oh, eh, eh, oh, eh, oh
Oh, eh, oh, eh, eh, oh, eh, oh
Oh, eh, oh, eh, eh, oh, eh, oh
Oh, eh, oh, eh, eh, oh, eh, oh

Tiako' la mélo, hi
Hmm, hmm, Dadju, hey
Hmm, hmm, seysey
Tiako' la mélo, hi
Hmm, hmm, Dadju
Oh, oh, ah