Lyrics and translation Yh - Billets

Billets

Tiens, tiens, tiens, tiens, tiens

Questi qua fanno due spicci, poi cadono a picco
Io un frero non lo tradisco
La tua roba mi fa ridere
Meglio fai sitcom
Parlo e devi stare zitto
Parli, parli e non ci incastri, bello, non hai prove
Più fatti meno parole
Ai miei piedi metto scarpe sempre più costose
Fanculo quel professore
Che dici? Che dici? Che dici?
Ero a Salerno, mo atterro a Parigi, ue
Fumo con Ninho alla Tour Eiffel
Dentro l′iPhone ho contatti e ex, ue
Lei mi chiama "amor'"
Plaza, Cavani, sono El Matador
Voglio morire su una Aventador
Mica morire dentro un bungalow
A lei le piaccio perché so italiano
Mangia pasta, beve vino
Mafia, pizza, mandolino
Gucci, Fendi e Valentino
Posa il ferro che non sei in Gomorra
Non sei Genny, non sei manco Ciro
Nella scena un assassino
Sono il braccio del Padrino
Bang bang bang

De Salerno à Paris, souterraine économie
Encore un élastique sur nos billets, j′ai comme une maladie
Tu connais nos train de vies mais tu connais pas nos vies
Et les balles de l'AK47 ne font pas de comédie

Da Salerno a Paris, mi fido solo dei mon ami
Parlano solo e soltanto di me
Lei non ti vuole, a me dice: "Oui"
Parto a Salerno, arrivo a Paris
Questa c'ha un culo alla Cardi B
Lei sta ballando, sì, sopra di me
Lei non ti vuole, a me dice: "Oui"

200 litrons pour les alimenter
Panoplie complète et je sors de chez Dolce
Hôtel étoilé, buonanotte, hôtel étoilé, buonanotte
Le Ruinart est rosé Il fait des bulles
Et mon shit aussi, je sais pas si t′as ça
Plus de 600 chevaux dans le véhicule
Un peu plus de K, j′investis là bas
On attache les victimes et les témoins
Pour être sûr que personne ne l'ouvre
Et ta putain s′en mord les lèvres
Encore plus d'euros, des dollars, des livres
Tu sais pas comment faire négro regarde nous
Sois sûr qu′on en oublie aucun
Toi même tu sais qu'on fume que la foudre
A droite y a le marocain
Bella ciao, Bella ciao, trop de barrettes et un cailloux
J′ai mis la balle dans le panier
Elles veulent me michtoner comme Ayew
J'suis en direct de Milano, je sors en même temps que la luna
J'ai fini les cannelloni, à minuit pile j′suis dans le sauna

De Salerno à Paris, sous-terraine économie
Encore un élastique sur nos billets, j′ai comme une maladie
Tu connais nos train de vies mais tu connais pas nos vies
Et les balles de l'AK47 ne font pas de comédie

Da Salerno a Paris, mi fido solo dei mon ami
Parlano solo e soltanto di me
Lei non ti vuole, a me dice: "Oui"
Parto a Salerno, arrivo a Paris
Questa c′ha un culo alla Cardi B
Lei sta ballando, sì, sopra di me
Lei non ti vuole, a me dice: "Oui"

Banknotes

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

These guys make a little money, then they crash and burn
I will never betray a brother
Your stuff makes me laugh
You would be better off doing sitcoms
When I talk, you better shut up
You talk and talk but you don't nail us, buddy, you have no proof
More action, less talk
I'm always buying more expensive shoes
Screw that teacher
What do you say? What do you say? What do you say?
I was just in Salerno, now I'm landing in Paris
I'm smoking with Ninho at the Eiffel Tower
My iPhone is full of contacts and exes
She calls me "my love"
Plaza, Cavani, I'm El Matador
I wanna die in an Aventador
Not die in a bungalow
She likes me because I'm Italian
She eats pasta, she drinks wine
Mafia, pizza, mandolin
Gucci, Fendi, and Valentino
Put down the gun, you're not in Gomorrah
You're not Genny, not even Ciro
I'm a killer in the scene
I'm the godfather's right-hand man
Bang, bang, bang

From Salerno to Paris, hidden economy
Another rubber band on our bills, it's like a disease
You know our lifestyle but you don't know our lives
And the bullets from the AK47 are no joke

From Salerno to Paris, I only trust my friends
All they do is talk about me
She doesn't want you, she says "Yes" to me
I leave Salerno, I arrive in Paris
This one has an ass like Cardi B
She's dancing, yeah, all over me
She doesn't want you, she says "Yes" to me

200 liters to feed them
Full weaponry and I'm leaving Dolce's place
Star hotel, goodnight, star hotel, goodnight
The Ruinart is rosé, it has bubbles
And my stuff too, I don't know if you have that
More than 600 horses in the car
A little more K, I'm investing over there
We tie up the victims and the witnesses
To make sure no one talks
And your bitch is biting her lips
Even more euros, dollars, pounds
You don't know how to do it, my friend, watch us
You can be sure we don't forget anyone
Even you know we only smoke the best
There's a Moroccan guy to the right
Bella ciao, Bella ciao, too many bars and a pebble
I put the ball in the basket
They want to check me out like Ayew
I'm live from Milan, I'm leaving at the same time as the moon
I finished the cannelloni, at midnight sharp I'm in the sauna

From Salerno to Paris, hidden economy
Another rubber band on our bills, it's like a disease
You know our lifestyle but you don't know our lives
And the bullets from the AK47 are no joke

From Salerno to Paris, I only trust my friends
All they do is talk about me
She doesn't want you, she says "Yes" to me
I leave Salerno, I arrive in Paris
This one has an ass like Cardi B
She's dancing, yeah, all over me
She doesn't want you, she says "Yes" to me