Kalash [English translation]

[Intro: Booba]

Takes out the Ak-47 like in Marseille

Well yeah Morray

Izi

[Verse 1: Booba]

Your niggas don't have money

In the street everything is monetized

The real ones knows, we know each other

Anti-misery, we're connecting

I've got big arms, more than Popeye

Spit me out, I'll throw you a bottle

I can hardly sleep at night

Chin pointing toward the sun

M.O.L.O.T.O.V cocktail

I fuck you and I leave you at the hotel

I'm going to the Lamborghini, Maybach, Phantom you're staying at the Opel

I'm in the textile #SoniaRykiel

I manage the business like the US

I'd love to bang a Dominican girl

I'd put it in her all the weekend

I'd put it in her all the weekend

Downtown, I have the view on Brickell

I swear on God, I'm fresh, I'm good.

The piggy bank is full, I'm habitually hateful.

I speak like a gypsy

You got the swag of Sacha Distel

Fortunate tah Elf Aquitaine

You're on the bench, I'm a captain

[Chorus]

Diamond watch, sunglasses

Take out the Ak-47 like in Marseille

My favourite question: what am I going to do with all this money?

Am I going to make all that money? Am I going to make all that money?

My favorite question: what do I'll do with all this money?

Me and my friends are going to the Moon, have fun in Meurthe-et-Moselle

My favourite question: what am I going to do with all this money?

Am I going to make all that money? Am I going to make all that money?

My favorite question: what do I'll do with all this money?

[Verse 2: Kaaris]

2.7.0. always higher, the Republic sucks the hose

Officer, I sink you the triangle * Sevran! * and the fluorescent vest

I want to make money but I'm lazy, I don't like your face, I fuck your sister

I can only trust my Desert Eagle and Zizou in the stoppages

She's in the bedroom, she's under the sheets *hum hum*, my legs are in place of my arms

She thinks I'm fingering her * ahem *, I put her my big toe

My two favorite questions: What am I going to do with all this money?

If I split your skull in half, which eye will close first?

Keep giggling, I'll smoke you and roll a three-leaf

Your nails keep growing, you can scratch your coffin (2.7)

I have the killing prose and, even your reconstituted body

We still don't know who you are, your grandmother the prostitute

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Booba]

I'm picking up two or three bored girls, play of legs in the air

Punchline anti-air, if I drop words in the air

Forget it Morray, this is war!

The motive for the crime is poverty

Fuck his mother, even a 60-year-old girl

The judge told me I'm exaggerating

But fuck her mother too, her great grandmother too

Nothing to envy to these men, their girlfriend is good, mine too

Crime scene, I'm the shooter

I'm in color, you came out wrong.

I'm Marlo Stanfield, your hyena mother, you're McNulty

I ruin your life by free, you're welcome

I'm the best, that goes without saying

B.2.O.B.A. Mafia crook like Charles Pasqua

Vulgar grammar mistakes

Sips Jack, big breasts

I'm traveling by jet, take the Eurotunnel

I feel like I'm in your mom's pussy

[Chorus]

• Artist:Booba