[Intro: Rim'K & S.Pri Noir]
Fantôme
No Future
Fantôme
We drop the dope and we flex
br/>We charge the dope and we flex
We charge the dope and we flex
We charge the dope and we flex
[Verse 1: S.Pri Noir ]
Three quarters of my friends on the dock
I never ask if she's going to suck it for me
I'm wearing black clothes and the little briefcase
br/>If the heads are spinning, there's my friend who alerts me
If his only ones are spinning, it's me who alerts my friend
In training, it's Prada that 'we're carrying
He owes money, please, talk to your friend
Or he ends up without teeth, fed on compote
[Verse 2: Rim'K]< br/>Three quarters of my friends ended up in the shade
Like an idiot, I want to fuck a blonde
We have dope and cash
I spot the unmarked police cars
I was preparing the joint, I was preparing the tea
I got behind the wheel, we 'says to take your foot off
Always be wary of the opposite sex
If the tickets are flat it's to be stacked
[Bridge: Rim'K]
We want the life of Pablo, Ferrari Diablo
Fix the tarot cards, saw the bars, burn the prison
We want the life of Pablo, Ferrari Diablo
Fix the tarot cards, saw the bars, burn the prison
[Chorus: S.Pri Noir]
Money in the skull, money in the oven
24 a week, money in progress
A mess is settled on a left right left middle
I'm with uncle at the back of the club, we're soaring like the eagles
We're pouring out the dope and we're flexing
We debit the dope and we flex
We debit the dope and we flex
We debit the dope and we flex
We debit the dope and we flex we flex
We charge the dope and we flex
We charge the dope and we flex
If you want some punch, pay us, baby
[ Verse 3: Rim'K]
Go tell Victoria's Secrets that I have MD and meth'
Panamanian on the scale
We charge the dope and we flex
I burned tons and tons and tons and tons and tons in cash
We cook the dope and we flex, we charge the dope and we flex
PolÃcia, we accelerate
In your rotten neighborhood, I think I'm at my mother's house like La Villardière
My sound turns like a fucking bag of white at the foot of my buildings
I take the oven back, I filter the comings and goings, I filter the inhabitants
[Chorus: S.Pri Noir]
Money in the skull, money in the oven
24 a week, money in progress
A mess is settled on a left right left middle
I'm with uncle at the back of the club, we're soaring like eagles
We drop the dope and we flex
We drop the dope and we flex
We drop the dope dope and we flex
We charge the dope and we flex
We charge the dope and we flex
We charge the dope and we flex
We dope dick the dope and let's flex
If you want some punch, pay us, baby
[Outro: Rim'K]
Fantôme
No Future
Ghost

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