[Paroles de "Lil' $"]

[Couplet 1 : Snail]

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, y’ 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 King, nwigga!

En plus de ça, j’ai un lil’ dough for the week, mon gars

[Bridge : RCA]

Yup, le stock est dans l’coffre a’ec le premier ministre

J’donne aucun fuck about yo’ fuckin’ business

I’mma smoke it all, j’connais pas mes limites

I’mma smoke it all, j’connais pas mes limites

[Couplet 2 : Bear]

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 profit

Cuz when you see me on TV, that’s mean another deposit

Let’s have a toast to the money and fuckin’ mix it with molly

They they ordered coke and Bacardi but never had their Bacardi’s

Cuz them fuckboys can’t afford to sleep

How the fuck you think we making moolah er’ry week?

Plus I gotta eat…

[Hook : Yes Mccan]

Now I got a little money for the week (that’s for the week)

Yeah 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’!)

Cuz 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)

Yeah 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!

[Couplet 3 : 20some]

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? Hen?

Peux pas payer tho, s’ou plaît, j’te le jure, m’a l’avoir tomorrow

Bullshit, broue dans le toupette, too bad, y’où le bread

‘Tend peu, Donne-moi donc 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, ha! Times are ruff/ Sky de Londres

Ding dong, ding dong, faut pas 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 ‘till le yable collecte, pray the lord qu’on va t’être correct

On a get that show with a do 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

[Hook : Yes Mccan]

Now I got a little money for the week (that’s for the week)

Yeah 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’!)

Cuz 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)

Yeah 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!