Ah le monde change, le monde change Et tu crois que la dernière prise Ah oui je sais qu'un jour Soulage ton cœur, soulage ton âme Je pense bien que le monde est calculé Je pense bien que tout est encadré Que nos pensées sont tracées dans l'air auparavant

J'ai fini wanted Moi j'veux la vie de rêve Ah oui, ah oui (la dot) Ah oui, ah oui la dot Tu m'voulais, tu m'as eu Ah oui, ah oui la dot (oh ouais) Bébé veut un gosse (un gosse) Ah oui, ah oui la dot (la dot) Bébé veut un gosse (hey)

I'm a white black candy, yeah And I'm with you, I'ma go in your body Put on you some Louis swag Everything that you are I'ma Gucci Gucci gang Tu vas bomber à Gucci gang Plein de mala à Gucci gang Tu vas couler à Gucci gang Gucci Gucci gang, gang

Don't know why there's no sun up in the sky, stormy weather Yeah, since my girl and I ain't together, keeps rainin' all the time Life is bare, gloom and misery everywhere, stormy weather Yeah, just can't get my poor self together; oh, I'm weary all the

PJ takin' off and I ain't stoppin', no Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls Never fear what's on my lens, I see fugazi I'm a street nigga and I stay faded Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it Back on the Forbes, shit crazy (Yeah) I make more than Dwyane

Perfect timing, yeah Me and Metro don't need help Mail a pint to myself Flew a pornstar to ATL Louie Goyard belt Buy everything on the rack Buy everything on the shelf I make you mad, I can tell Watch full of diamonds, yeah (bling)

(doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah) It don't mean a thing If it ain't got that swing All you got to do is sing It makes no diff'rence If it's sweet or hot Just give that rhythm Ev'rything you got Oh, it don't mean a

Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choo, that's on you (ha) New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, ha) Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears) Bad bitches gettin' wet, here Yeah, don't call me 'til the checks clear (clear) Iced out (stylist), no stylist

(doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah) It don't mean a thing If it ain't got that swing All you got to do is sing It makes no diff'rence If it's sweet or hot Just give that rhythm Ev'rything you got Oh, it don't mean a

Look at my neck shine (ice) Look at my wrist shine, chyeah (ooh) I just be smoking up dope, chyeah Louis down head to my toe, chyeah I just might buy the store, chyeah Look at my neck shine, chyeah (ice) Look at my wrist shine, chyeah Fuck a bitch two