La Money (feat. Aymen)

It's all about the money
It's all about the money
It's all about the money
It's all about the money

Fresh out the salon, she’s riding in a G-Wagon (Wagon)
Like Al Capone, got goods in the back of my truck
From Barcelona, she’s got that flamenco rhythm
Her dad's part of a cartel in Mexico, she gets her pesos on the West
Fold-up chair, stoned, pumping Beretta
'Cause the sun shines like in Montpellier
Everything here revolves around cash
Look, half always goes to the jeweler
The guitar goes ding-ding-dang
The gun goes bang-bang-bang
The ride goes wow, wow, wow (Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow)

Nike TNs, Lacoste and Nike TNs
And I jump in the Mini (Oh-oh-oh)
Jump in the Mini (Oh-oh-oh)
Fifty packs, got a candy shop like 50 Cent
But this ain’t cheap (Oh-oh-oh)
Candy ain’t cheap

It's all about the money (It's all about the money)
It's all about the money (It's all about the money)
It's all about the money (It's all about the money)
It's all about the money (It's all about the money)

Your girl is nice, oh the money, I love you (Love you)
Come a little closer, I know you do me good (Mh-mh)
The world is small, my heart is yours, I want you (Want you)
Step by step, I’m making moves, oh the money, I love you
Everyone wants you, even my brother (My brother)
'Cause not everyone can have you, even snitches (La-la-la, hey)
Without you, it’s tough, my baby, sometimes I freak out (Freak out)
From chance to chance, you never know who ends up with you (Yeah)

It's all about the money (-ey, -ey, -ey, -ey)
You’re ungrateful, you bitch
Still, nothing happens without you
It's all about the money (-ey, -ey, -ey, -ey)
Why am I not surprised?
Whoever fucks you, just fucks themselves, uh, the money

It's all about the money (It's all about the money)
It's all about the money (It's all about the money)
It's all about the money (It's all about the money)
It's all about the money (It's all about the money)