CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Binks (English Translation)
Intro :
Back to the future
(2.7. Sevran)
Chorus :
I’ve got bundles of euros bills to make
I’m in the future, you’re in the past
I’m about to stab a couple n***as
I’ve got a couple pu**ys to smash
Everyday I’m in the building, everyday I’m in the building
Everyday I’m in the building, everyday I’m in the building
I’ve got bundles of euro bills to make
I’m in the future, you’re in the past
1st verse :
I’m listening to your verses, your music, laughing my ass off
I’m bringing plastic cups for your leaving do
Don’t think that I’m in pain when you see me reflecting
I’m only trying to figure out what would be the best color for your coffin
There won’t be any truce, I’m not signing the Geneva’s convention
Raising my gladus sword, open your mouth : I’ll give you a cleft lip
I’m not playing around, I’m hungry, I’ll commit a couple scams like during the G20
Even if I ever make it big, there won’t be enough wax to duplicate my balls in the Grévin’s museum
I’m in the, I’m in the car, my n***a, I’m on a bike, my n***a
Semi, semi-auto, I’m clowning these n***as
All I want to see is purple euro bills in the money machine
Lead shower sprayed against the police precinct, the menu tonight is tajine with chicken
I saw my red blood get spilled all over these white cotton flowers
That’s the reason why my big d**k is smashing their colon's walls
Persona non grata, I’ll make some money for Aminata
9-3, Mara Salvatrucha, I’ll blow your head open like a pinata
Back to the future
(2.7. Sevran)
Chorus :
I’ve got bundles of euros bills to make
I’m in the future, you’re in the past
I’m about to stab a couple n***as
I’ve got a couple pu**ys to smash
Everyday I’m in the building, everyday I’m in the building
Everyday I’m in the building, everyday I’m in the building
I’ve got bundles of euro bills to make
I’m in the future, you’re in the past
1st verse :
I’m listening to your verses, your music, laughing my ass off
I’m bringing plastic cups for your leaving do
Don’t think that I’m in pain when you see me reflecting
I’m only trying to figure out what would be the best color for your coffin
There won’t be any truce, I’m not signing the Geneva’s convention
Raising my gladus sword, open your mouth : I’ll give you a cleft lip
I’m not playing around, I’m hungry, I’ll commit a couple scams like during the G20
Even if I ever make it big, there won’t be enough wax to duplicate my balls in the Grévin’s museum
I’m in the, I’m in the car, my n***a, I’m on a bike, my n***a
Semi, semi-auto, I’m clowning these n***as
All I want to see is purple euro bills in the money machine
Lead shower sprayed against the police precinct, the menu tonight is tajine with chicken
I saw my red blood get spilled all over these white cotton flowers
That’s the reason why my big d**k is smashing their colon's walls
Persona non grata, I’ll make some money for Aminata
9-3, Mara Salvatrucha, I’ll blow your head open like a pinata
