Baie Vitrée [English translation]

Yo, stop claiming to be street, when was the last time you stepped foot there, boy?

During the day, you're under the duvet; at night, you go out and activate Playboy mode

I know the streets of Paris by heart; for once, I'd like to avoid them

On the last floor of a building, I enjoy the view from behind a bay window

I'm on the guest list

They serve me some more drink before my glass gets empty

Yeah, it makes me want turn to the DJ and give him a wink

No need, the man played

My song before I told him to; hell of a DJ

For a moment

I forget about the haters who dream of seeing me tumbling down the hill

Fucking haters who wouldn't believe

Until they saw what my crew was worth, yeah

Tell the little punks that I won't stop

Until I blow up the bank, yeah

Tell the little punks that I won't stop

Until I've taken what I have to take

Yeah, blow up the bank

Yeah, take what I came to take

Yeah, blow up the bank

Yeah

Blow up the bank

Take what I came to take

Blow up the bank

Take what I came to take

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

I could go down for homicide based on what I intend to do

They'll come and turn my home upside down, going through my stuff

I'd have already made away, at the time I'd be on the Coast, with company in a big ride

Or chilling in a large villa, savoring my victories

It's over, the time when I struggled to make ends meet

A collector, I had to rent a box in which to keep my kicks

No, I'll never again clean the toilets

Money doesn't bring happiness, no, but it makes you free

Yeah, explode the bank

Yeah, take what I came to take

Yeah

Yeah

As if by accident, you come after the war, everyone's gone

It convenient to send people by promising that they'll die martyrs

Easier to destroy than to build

Easier to keep it shut when you're told that in

France there are things better left unsaid

Things not to be taken lightly, no, no

Explode the bank, yeah

Explode the bank

Take what I came to take

Explode the bank

Take what I came to take