Dieu merci [English translation]

Oh, eh, oh, eh, eh, oh, eh, oh

Oh, eh, oh, eh, eh, oh, eh, oh

My darling pack your bags we're leaving the streets

I've made benefits that we'll invest in Africa

I know what it's like to have money

Today I say: "Thank You God"

It's not Paris but the credit card that's magical, hum

Oh, eh, oh, eh, eh, oh, eh, oh

Oh, eh, oh, eh, eh, oh, eh, oh

Oh, eh, oh, eh, eh, oh, eh, oh

Oh, eh, oh, eh, eh, oh, eh, oh

I gave my first bills to my aunts, Western in Congo

Afterwards I changed my habits, Louis, Gucci, to feel handsome

I've dreamt about it since I was young, so I destroyed the last Mercedes

Get in the car for a while, there will always be your place beside me

[Tiakola]

Like the boss of the inferno, we have the women, we have two grand

You can want to be the strongest but we can shut you down, we have the means

She wants the ring on her finger

If I have nothing left, she will turn her back to me

I give them without forgetting, without resentment, I'm that type of dude

My darling pack your bags we're leaving the streets

I've made benefits that we'll invest in Africa

I know what it's like to have money

Today I say: "Thank You God"

It's not Paris but the credit card that's magical, hum

Oh, eh, oh, eh, eh, oh, eh, oh

Oh, eh, oh, eh, eh, oh, eh, oh

Oh, eh, oh, eh, eh, oh, eh, oh

Oh, eh, oh, eh, eh, oh, eh, oh

In the end, there was money that

We capitalized off only to hit the ball

Now, it's more in order

I spend 1000 EU on my pants

When I tell you that I make money, it's because everything is good

Go brief all the kids, ask him if he's my kid

Ah, when there's no money, I feel bad, I feel weak

To forget all that, some Jack with honey, pour it in the glass

They want my Sacem, they want my fame, they want to make me

No, I'm not alone, there's all my srabs, there's all my brothers

My darling pack your bags we're leaving the streets

I've made benefits that we'll invest in Africa

I know what it's like to have money

Today I say: "Thank You God"

It's not Paris but the credit card that's magical, hum

Oh, eh, oh, eh, eh, oh, eh, oh

Oh, eh, oh, eh, eh, oh, eh, oh

Oh, eh, oh, eh, eh, oh, eh, oh

Oh, eh, oh, eh, eh, oh, eh, oh

There's nothing left to do here (here), i've already caused my trouble

My darling with a nice body, vacationing in CDI

It's the scenario, eh, quitting the slums, eh

Quitting the slums, eh, it's the scenario, eh

My darling pack your bags we're leaving the streets

I've made benefits that we'll invest in Africa

I know what it's like to have money

Today I say: "Thank You God"

It's not Paris but the credit card that's magical, hum

Oh, eh, oh, eh, eh, oh, eh, oh

Oh, eh, oh, eh, eh, oh, eh, oh

Oh, eh, oh, eh, eh, oh, eh, oh

Oh, eh, oh, eh, eh, oh, eh, oh

Tiako the big, hi

Hum, hum, Dadju, hey

Hum, hum, seysey

Tiako the big, hi

Hum, hum, Dadju

Oh, oh, ah

• Artist:Dadju
• Album:Poison ou Antidote (Edition Miel Book)