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The Dough

The dough
All I want is to make some dough
My dough
You and me, we make that dough
Hmm hmm, stack the cash

Stack the cash
Just the cash
Here comes the cash
Just the dough

All I want is to make some dough
These weaklings like Musa, they’re done
Gotta boost the price of the hustle
Bring down the value of the currency
They’re leeches, vampires, we know them

I don’t miss my targets, I’m precise
You’re not mentioned in my story
Apparently here, it’s all about censorship
Apparently here, it’s all about that

They’ve split my brothers, I’m skeptical
Stay in your complexes like Oedipus
I thought we had a team in us
I’m heading to Grasse to pay my respects to Edith

Love and hate in the cradle
Agent 237 from the Congo
I don’t forget where I come from like Alphonso
Napalm and the 10 assault planes
Bri bri bri bricata

I see nothing but cash in duplicates
Rafale, the sons of KKK
Bri bri bri bricata
I erase their traces, it’s like a whiteboard
The girl across is the real deal

I won’t be your dude, no, it’s quick
Don’t take photos, don’t be weird
Sipping a drink in my bissap
Each to their own, let’s forget that
We hurt ourselves to feel pain

I don’t play dead for my wounded
Only our bodies are in a rush
I want that dough
All I want is to make some dough
My dough

You and me, we make that dough
Hmm hmm, stack the cash
Stack the cash
Just the cash
Here comes the cash
Just the dough

All I want is to make some dough
No limits to what I own
The kindness of the heart, it haunts me
They talk like they’re real with their fake airs
They’re bitches and fakes, they’re counterfeit
With me, they’ll never make a dime

I have the pride, the fervor of Marseille
If you talk too much, we’ll sweep you away
If you disrespect, we’ll sweep you away
Bantu bionic, stay covered
So I can roll a big one, it’s all green
For the morabeza like in Cape Verde

Not the mozzarella in her boulzer
We’re loaded with dough, check the armor
On the edge of respect, of the blunder
We’ll rise you up like yeast
You and your crew of cowards in my trap

Soon I’ll land in the hood like in '44
Suitcases and pockets full, here’s 40k
Bro, the mission is real, don’t talk to me about Koh Lanta
Forget a Corolla, I want my dough
All I want is to make some dough

My dough
You and me, we make that dough
Hmm hmm, stack the cash
Stack the cash
Just the cash
Here comes the cash
Just the dough

All I want is to make some dough
Bri bri bri bricata
I roll a big one in duplicates
Rafale, the sons of KKK

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