[Intro]
Binks, binks, binks (Binks, binks, binks)
It's Johnny (It’s Johnny)
Only for this fucking quality (Fucking quality)
Ah ah ah ah
Jet lag, Saudi Arabia (meeting in Riyadh)
Jet ag, Saudi Arabia
I'm in Riyadh (Binks, binks, binks)
Dawg, it really stinks, it's full of chicken, it smells like grilling (Woah, woah)
Take this, this, this
[Single verse]
Jet Lag, Saudi Arabia (Binks), meet in Riyadh (meet in Riyadh)
Dawg, it really stinks, it’s full of chickens, it smells like grilling (Ah, it stinks like grilling)
I wear Prada (I wear Prada), Nhar Sheitan, the devil too (Nhar Sheitan, the devil too)
In meditation like the Shaolin (Ah), we do the Haka like the Maori (Ah)
Thailand, Phuket, I'm in Bâoli, I put all the companies in the holding company
My fucking iPhone just rings, baby, Elvira loves Tony
Charismatic, charismatic, I'll light you up like Denzel and I'll eat (Boo)
All day, I play pinball, infinity card, drunk in Vegas (Boo)
I don't know if I'm going to do a chorus, come on, fuck it, I don't do one (Come on, fuck it, I don't do one)
Just the beat, it’s a slap in the face (Binks), just the beat, it’s a slap in the face (Binks, binks, binks)
I collect four kilos of weed in the country of gouda, we are the bad guys of tar
Very sociable with junkies, I have three hundred sex dates, so it's been a long time since I’ve flirted (Ah, it's been a long time since I've flirted)
They took millions, they went crazy, too bad (Too bad)
And it will be collateral damage for the niggas who have lots of courage (Binks, binks, binks)
The years have passed, you're still an idiot
It stinks like shit, you turn off (It stinks like shit, you turn off)
Several credit cards, several accounts, it’s Al-Khelaïfi who invites me into the stands (Ah, fucking shit)
I give everything like Pablo Escobar, I smoke too much moula, sometimes I forget
Soon, I buy a horse, I put it in Vincennes, every time it wins, I take money
Oh, USD, the cryptocurrency (USD, the cryptocurrency), we buy back everything like T.E.S.LA
Very well put together financial package, we whip it up like pastry chefs
You see that ? It's war wounded rap
They be shooting, dark Chicago, Fredo Santana (Grrah)
You need a Tokarev if you want to last (Grrah) or you end up barefoot like the first Noah
Dawg, I know it (Oh), first class, I'm in the Boeing (Oh)
We take out the guitars, we recharge once, let the singers sing
N.I