Djadja & Dinaz – Laisse bous faire notre biff (English lyrics)

Intro (Djadja) :
For the money, you gotta be crazy
Money doesn’t have any scent, but I can smell it, it’s not far
For the money, you gotta be crazy
Money doesn’t have any scent, but I can smell it, it’s not far

1st verse (Djadja) :
We want cash, they want views
You saw me in an expensive car, stop acting like you haven’t seen
Stop pretending, homie, you’re whack
I’m reserving a hotel room, your girl tonight I’ll fuck her
Yeah, I’ll kill her, like a bastard
There’s not only my bars of hash, there’s also my balls in my boxers
I wake up early and I go to bed late
Prepare a bloc if there’s a prison visit for the jailbirds
Yeah , there’s some dope shit, homie, point blank
If there’s 6 millions in cash to make, we’re all down
Put them all to the floor then load up the bag
Let us make our cash, that’s all we’re asking for
I’ve got a lot of enemies but few friends, I fall asleep on my cash, I spend the night there
Oh oh I spend my night there, for two or three kilos you got screwed
Yeah, you got screwed, tell me where are the werewolves
Yeah, you got screwed, tell me where are the werewolves

Chorus (Djadja & Dinaz) :
Let us make our cash, let us do our thing
They’re hating, we’re making a difference, you talk about cash but you’re broke
Let us make our cash, let us do our thing
They’re hating, we’re making a difference, you talk about cash but you’re broke
Let us make our cash, let us do our thing
They’re hating, we’re making a difference, you talk about cash but you’re broke
Let us make our cash, let us do our thing
They’re hating, we’re making a difference, you talk about cash but you’re broke

2nd verse (Dinaz) :
The cash in my head, I can see that it’s filling up my brains
I’m searching for a plan, you want (??), spread out the money
The euro (ha ha ha), it makes my dick hard
You have to be calm to not end up in jail
In the team we’re paranoid, come over at the projects homie, things aren’t pretty
You gotta (??) France, we talk about cash, homie we’ll spray you up
We’re still the same but we vary, in the street there’s no fakes
You want some dope shit, come over to the square, for some (??) we’re prepared
We’re entering the rap game, they consider us as excited
What they don’t know is that for the while, we’re only warming up
Get the knife out, warm up the (??)
Most of these Mcs, bro, they suck
Yeah, they suck, fuck em
The bitches, the snitches, yeah, we deal with them at ease
We make love, we don’t want to cuddle
Get all your bikes out, make the projects (??)

Chorus (Djadja & Dinaz) :
Let us make our cash, let us do our thing
They’re hating, we’re making a difference, you talk about cash but you’re broke
Let us make our cash, let us do our thing
They’re hating, we’re making a difference, you talk about cash but you’re broke
Let us make our cash, let us do our thing
They’re hating, we’re making a difference, you talk about cash but you’re broke
Let us make our cash, let us do our thing
They’re hating, we’re making a difference, you talk about cash but you’re broke

Outro (Djadja) :
Homie, things change, you’re not broke
Yeah, you’re not broke
Things change, you’re not broke
C’est la tenue des motards qui rafale (??)

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