Masta na nga, Masta na nga, Masta
Masta na nga, Masta na nga, Masta
Masta na nga, Masta na nga, Masta
Masta, Masta, Masta...
[Verse 1: Master's Gim]
At first I was doing songs to impress schoolgirls
Then I did it to impress the high school girls
Then, whispered to me that I could become numero uno
There is even peoples who saying that we could make one to two
I went from anonymity to small social gatherings
I do not like too much caviar let me my plate of penne
I arrive in bolide, rude, I hate stirs cousin
That unusual texts, I am strong, I'm the same
[Chorus: Maitre Gims]
So I'll go walk
Go walk (yeah)
Walk
Go walk (yeah)
I'll walk to the Champs Elysees
I said, I'll walk to the Champs Elysees
I'll walk, I'llwalk (x3)
I'll walk to the Champs Elysees
[Verse 2: Barack Adama]
First, one for ours
I fuck all other
I work every day
Sene-Senegal, I want the Porsche and full pockets
My team of niggas affect the body
So wear your balls
I do not want you listen and you're wearing complaint
Apart from that, we put it well
We don't want to work for a man or still playing dogs
Gone are the days where it worked without liquid wandering akhi
Know that the friends of my friends I help them
It's the little Parisian you recognized the focus
We flamble the mala
Go and tell them that we live not without
In the city of pretty cars dominate without action
No, there are no more illegal I think they have learned the lesson
It is unhealthy, you're disgusted, you live it wrong
Because it is finished, it is killing thinner!
In addition we want to make some money, and become princes
It brought out the same money bags to larger clamps so
[Chorus: Maitre Gims]
[Verse 3: Lefa]
Fool (No)
I would even say that you're stupid
A want us to eighth notes Leg
You've spoiled your pumps
Wati B, new shirts, new tracksuit
New texts, so new cap soaked with sweat
Wesh the boss, double roro on Chronicles
Change nothing, fuck electronic gadgets
Us it's solid
You it's nothing
We are cars
You are sledges
We are comparable to the flood
You are the victims who seek refuge (Ha)
Paranoid, psychopath
I want to walk to the Champs without cops behind paws
[Interlude: Maitre Gims]
I'll walk
[Verse 4: JR O'Chrome]
In the streets of Paris in Cayenne
I faya
I tumbles with the team and the Poto Zied
There's expected, Chico, marega the street Shellfish
I am boiling
There's womens and the world to the Fayette
(Me, I'm going to be cool) in the chic corners you worried
Roll a spliff, if there's the cops, the powder is put a runout
2 seconds, c'mon Miss please, what is the number I call you
Loud music that bombards Boulevard Haussman in Rue de la Paix
[Verse 5: Black M]
I was the asshole that cops loved control
Always smirk when they told me "against the wall"
Small piece of cannabis, still in the pocket
I was told "Do not play too much with the street or she will get you a shot"
I wanted to walk, walk
But the first who pissed me off, I was hot for hit him
Not lack respect for me when I kick guy
You're my kid, I am like your father
"Break's neck" instead of talking bad about us
After us there's no more group, there's that cheerleaders
You-you wonder if it's Black M or Black Shady who speak (Hu)
100% big eyes, 75, it don't not from Harlem
If you do the crystal, it's cool for the house must be sub
We get out the red carpet, we will bow down over yeah
I'm high, I kick dirty, tell it you have no choice
On the instrumental I walk with too much swag
[Chorus: Maitre Gims]
[Outro: Lefa]
(Me, I'm going to be cool) Do not worry Barrack see you later
(Me, I'm going to be cool) Do not worry Black M see you later
(Me, I'm going to be cool) Hmmm Gims see you later
(Me, I'm going to be cool) Jr see you later
(Me, I'm going to be cool) Maska see you later
(Me, I'm going to be cool) petrodollars see you later
(Me, I'm going to be cool) The insomniac see you later
(Me, I'm going to be cool) Hey guys see you later