I don't want to talk about the money I don't have my head in the clouds I don't want to be the one to talk about the money Mama, what's up? I'm not telling you Sweetie, sweetie Let's go get the money Say, Inshallah Thank you, all Sweetie, sweetie Don't worry about me Where's the donkey? I'm not here The seas are full of doubt Where's the donkey? I'm not here The seas are full of doubt Where's the donkey? I'm not here The seas are full of doubt The donkey is hot The police is here Instead of the targa Instead of the matrikul Hide the margah Bring the langoust It's hard to get out It's the bikini and the puss Wesh, wesh, goose I'm from the country I'm here for the money It's the conquest Don't worry I'm all alone Sweetie, sweetie Sweetie, sweetie Sweetie, sweetie Far away from Mali From Tunisia to France Tonight With the valley The euro camp Even Jali He's in Europe I got the honey I got the Bahamoni I got the money I got the money Mom, I'm here But they don't know me Sweetie, sweetie I'm here for the money Say, God willing I'm ready to take off Sweetie, sweetie Don't worry about me Mom, dad I grew up and became a man I'm full, I'm small, I'm skinny Imagine Passport, visa I'm a good person I'm from Iran I'm going I'm going to France I'm going to Algeria I'm going to Kenoboza We're going to Venice We're going to the Flouka We're going to the Nile I'm coming back No thanks Police called After that, stop I've lived in hell Where do you think you're going? Once on earth It's not magic Alone in front of the sea Very far away from the earth I want to change the setting I can't sleep anymore I want to leave the shit I'm going back to my mother I want to run after her I want to get out of it Mama, I'm here Nobody knows me Hala, hala I don't have any money God willing I'm ready to take off Hala, hala We're not kidding Oh, my baby, I'm a man We just want to shine I don't feel the coma My glory We want to make money They saw the gold In the small format Never let it fall If we get out To push again There Don't worry, there's a plan B I've never been right I'm going back to my mother To fill my bags I've done everything I could Embrace the borders Live without a barrier Leave and come back Where were you yesterday? Until the parents are gone Represent the brothers For that, there is no history There is no life Mama, I'm here Nobody knows me Hala, hala We want to make money God willing I'm ready to take off Hala, hala We're not kidding Oh, my baby, I'm a man We just want to shine I don't feel the coma My glory We want to make money I don't feel the coma Hala Hala Hala Hala Hala Hala Hala Hala