Poches pleines [English translation]

[Intro]

I know why you're depressed: where you buy, it's excessive

At the top of the top, I see the precipice; each time, the next one is the decisive one

You don't make one, you're idiot; yellow or yellow, I'm undecided

I come on them like a missile; self-destructing is a pleasure

[Chorus]

I spank her like I'm her daddy; the eyes are empty but the pockets are full

Shut the fuck up, the morgue is open; I'm never going to vote, the currency governs

Yeah, pull up in Teflon, the sky is overcast

The eyes are empty but the pockets are full, the eyes are empty but the pockets are full

[Verse 1]

The customer is king, the customer is king

My arm is 27 feets long by unfolding the fingers

And the cement is cold, the pestle is black like a starless sky

I'll dry them, put salt on the canvases; those who talk badly, go crazy on the net

Otherwise, what's up? Everyone's fucked the street, what do you want to get engaged to?

A million is not enough, I'm still not good, I'm not rid of it

I don't care about parading; flexing, it's not in my parameters

I don't hang out on the street, I'm very homey, only the delivery guy got the address

Gucci belt, Hermes, so you can see the wisdom

I go up the floors to infinity, I'll count the dolls to infinity

I go to the afterlife and infinity; Weezy F. Baby, "A Milli"

I'm at half-mast, I do a thousand, that's it, it's all the family

Four drinks out of three, one hundred and thirty thousand, you know me, I'm very very shy

[Chorus]

I spank her like I'm her daddy; the eyes are empty but the pockets are full

Shut the fuck up, the morgue is open; I'm never going to vote, the currency governs

Yeah, pull up in Teflon, the sky is overcast

The eyes are empty but the pockets are full, the eyes are empty but the pockets are full

[Bridge]

I'm coming from downstairs, bitch in front, saliva in ball (hey, hey)

I do money en masse, chakras line up in me (hey, hey)

Twenty-four out of seven like McDonald's, I almost never stop (hey, hey)

Sevran Beaudottes, Gros Saule City, Aulnay-Sous-Bois (hey, hey)

[Verse 2]

The taste of shit is the same every day; if hatred comes back, I have to light a joint

Evolution will have only made one turn: alcohol and weed and we become monkeys

Bullet in the head and you become angels; Vald in the Tesla, you have to draw a picture

You stink like shit, dawg, there's no one boycotting, getting a job or going to a doctor

V-A: white like Griselda; 93 of damage

More stuff than in Zelda, more skunk than an Arab guy

Only Soulja Boy on FaceTime; after midnight, it's net-dark

This world is cruel and bestial, and V-A-L-D is special

Seeker of (what?) truths (on YouTube), notorious (what?) conspirator (false)

Pour a little (what?) elixir (for brothers) on the sidewalk (sidewalk)

Knowledge (hey) in silence (shh), why are you talking? (Blablabla)

It's money (full), a session (studio): why (huh?) do you rap?

Maxi cons' (maxi cons'), Bill Gates (Bill Gates), scheming (scheming), vile hatred (vile hatred)

Machiavelli (Machiavelli) system (-system as) Atari (Atari) System (System)

Make your life (make your life), little sister (go ahead, love), no, there's no (no, there's no) reset (the button)

New day (new day), new heavy (new heavy), dawg, there is no (no, there is no) mystery (not at all)

[Outro]

I'm coming from downstairs, bitch in front, saliva in ball (hey, hey)

I do money en masse, chakras line up in me (hey, hey)

Twenty-four out of seven like McDonald's, I almost never stop (hey, hey)

Sevran Beaudottes, Gros Saule City, Aulnay-Sous-Bois (hey, hey)