3 days of, 3 days of, 3 days of
On the horizon, always 2 or 3 plain-clothes cops
Nigga, I hid my loot in 2 or 3 cities
I'm taking 2 or 3 b*tches to 2 or 3 islands
I don't introduce myself, you know who I am
I don't joke, you know they follow me
I read my future in a bowl of rice
If you're looking for a deadly guy, I'm on Yahoo
There's those who suck d*cks, nigga, and there's us
My rap ain't too hard, you're the one who's soft
The best cocaine comes from us
Remember when I used to break pigs
When I hung on the block, when I pulled robberies
Every time I went to the club
I can't drop my pants
I'm gonna drop my Glock
On the horizon, always 2 or 3 plain-clothes cops
Nigga, I hid my loot in 2 or 3 cities
I'm taking 2 or 3 b*tches to 2 or 3 islands
What's the point of being in the hood without making cash?
You grab the mic without doing the job
I'm in the euros, not the ho business
Suck me in my Lambo without leaving stains
I make money, money doesn't make me
In beef I'm listed on the stock market, Tarzan doesn't know
My continent's calling for help
If your polo ain't Unkut, nigga, don't wear it
Five-O, here come the cops, my Range Rover smells like weed
These f*ggots spotted me and all I see is blue
Swallow it whole, I think you can
A big car, a big d*ck
On the horizon, always 2 or 3 plain-clothes cops
Nigga, I hid my loot in 2 or 3 cities
I'm taking 2 or 3 b*tches to 2 or 3 islands
I'm too far for you to do anything
Wherever I pass, something goes down
Become my woman so I can give you some roses
A few grams, a few suckers
Hauts-de-Seine, a few doses
Lots take early retirement
Winning's what matters, I don't care about taking part
MCs will trade wings for liquidity
NTM, Solaar, IAM are antiquity
Too many mixed-race, black and Arab
The record industry is scared to death
Planet Earth is a sad dwelling
I've got Lucifer's 06, the more I live, the more I die