Lil' $

Fuck a'ec le boy, ou ben call it du junk, m'en calice, m'a pas v'nir chialer
 M'a pas plus donner du fuck about it, ils peuvent me croquer! Everybody a tort, baby, c'est ça l'problème
 T'as pas l'temps, mon gars, prend-le, that's what momma told me!
 I been done, nwigga, been runnin', juste check mes Jordans
 Là, check un banlieusard prêt à prendre ça pis prêt à bâdrer!
 Là, j'ai mon cheeba, hein! Là, j'ai mon team, nwigga!
 En plus de ça, j'ai un lil' dough for the week, mon gars
 Yup, le stock est dans l'coffre a'ec le premier ministre
 J'donne aucun fuck about yo' fuckin' business
 Imma smoke it all, j'connais pas mes limites
 Can't you tell that we 'bout it? 20 bags in my pocket
 I drive the same old Chevy and do my thing in the projects
 You can catch me at TD, where bitches handle my profits
 'Cause when you see me on TV, that means another deposit
 Let's have a toast for the money and fuckin' mix it with molly
 They ordered coke and Bacardi, but never had their Bacardis
 'Cause them fuckboys can't afford to sleep How the fuck you think we making moolah every week? Plus I gotta eat
 Now I got a little money for the week (that's for the week)
 J'essaye pas de vendre mon soul (no!)
 But I need me some mo' (mo'!)
 'Cause you know I like them Unos on my feet
 So tell them hoes
 I got a little money for the week (that's for the week)
 Got a head full of woes,
 Handful of foes I got all those, plus I gotta eat!
 Tell them hoes
 T'as voulu get ce money, right? You bet! Sup with that?
 Opte pour la bitch pis tombe sur tête. You dead! Fuck was that?
 Peux pas payer though, s'il vous plaît, j'te le jure, m'a l'avoir tomorrow
 Bullshit! Broue dans le toupet, too bad! Y'où le bread?
 'Tends peu, donne-moi donc une s'conde!
 Passe-moi le phone, anxious to the bone, patience never last long
 Politesse only, bout du compte, all of that crap pour un pile ou face wrong
 T'es pas dans ma zone, times are rough, sky de Londres
 Ding dong! Ding dong! Faut pas qu't'ailles répondre
 I mean, tôt ou tard, faut que tu sortes de l'ombre
 We just 6 dope boys in a Cadillac
 Drift d'une côte, pis t'es passé date
 Hope pour le best 'til le Yable collecte
 Pray the Lord qu'on va être correct
 On a get that show with a dough to spend
 All of them hoes wouldn't understand
 Look at them foes when I got got got got lil' money pour ma s'maine!
 Now I got a little money for the week (that's for the week)
 J'essaye pas de vendre mon soul (no!)
 But I need me some mo' (mo'!)
 'Cause you know I like them Unos on my feet
 So tell them hoes
 I got a little money for the week (that's for the week)
 Got a head full of woes,
 Handful of foes I got all those, plus I gotta eat!
 Tell them hoes