MMZ – Payday (English lyrics)

Chorus :
How to make you understand that I don’t have time
Amigo time is money
Millions of thoughts on my Gucci
We’re ??, for a piece of hash’
We’ve got everything that is needed to go to war against them
I’m counting, I’m counting, I’m counting, yeah, I’m counting over the salary
Payday, I’m doing the turn of the earth

1st verse (Moha) :
Pay me, pay me, pay me (yeah)
During our showcases we’re strapped up
I already used to drive without a driver’s licence
We’ve got them, so we’re almost there
They all eyez on me’d me
The Police officer is still wondering what it is that I do for a living
When during my body search they found all my euro bills
I’m in the sports car – sports car, always solid, in search of the milli-milli
Things are crazy-crazy, remain calm, or else I’ll pull out the 9 milli
I’ve been writing since I was 13 years old, I was overflowing with inspiration
I rap like I breath, Vegeta is expressing himself
I’m changing country, I’m switching off the cell phone
Nanterre, Fresnes, Fleury, big-up big-up (to my homies)
I put the profits in my pocket
You weren’t around back when I was ugly
Coma, nutmeg between the legs, move over to the left
I do them a “Z” sign on all my photos
Payday

Chorus :
How to make you understand that I don’t have time
Amigo time is money
Millions of thoughts on my Gucci
We’re ??, for a piece of hash’
We’ve got everything that is needed to go to war against them
I’m counting, I’m counting, I’m counting, yeah, I’m counting over the salary
Payday, I’m doing the turn of the earth

2nd verse (Lazer) :
Too much questions in my head
What should I do with all the profits
Euro bills-bills-bills-bills (oh ah)
Should I blow the money or invest
Not the type to sell out
You want to try me, homie, avoid doing that
I’m not the type fistfight
And the streets isn’t what you think
There’s kilos, there’s pachanga
I don’t get down if the plan is not profitable (pay, pay, pay)
Euro bills-bills-bills-bills, oh ah)
Everything for the gang, everything for the money-money
I’ve done the account
Come over for your fix-fix
We’ve got good music
There’s interests if I interest you
We kill the king and take things over
Money street, highway of the dough
I’m counting the profits
I’m thinking on my brothers
Sincere friendship in a PCS
There’s no more love, no more feelings
I don’t waste my time anymore, I’m on the airwaves
(we gotta stack)
Payday

Chorus :
How to make you understand that I don’t have time
Amigo time is money
Millions of thoughts on my Gucci
We’re ??, for a piece of hash’
We’ve got everything that is needed to go to war against them
I’m counting, I’m counting, I’m counting, yeah, I’m counting over the salary
Payday, I’m doing the turn of the earth