Flouz Lyrics (English Translation) – Azet
[Intro]
(Lolo!)
[Verse 1]
f*ck the world, monster Glock in an LV bag (Brr)
I weigh the money on the nineteenth floor, penthouse (Haha)
Live way too fast, my enemies run like it’s a race (Run, run)
Oh, Mademoiselle, my heart’s so cold, she doesn’t even take her fur off.
Perp unknown, they’re still looking.
Azet commander, bullets in your head (Brra)
Hand on my dick like Al Bundy, in the Andaz room wait six Bunnies, woah.
My enemies are shaking, wearing vests, no Ed Hardy (Hahahahahahaha)
[Interlude]
Chill, chill, chill for a sec, chill for a sec, chill for a sec.
Come down, come down, come down. [Verse 2] You’re f*cked up, we’re more f*cked up.
Come at night, all black with the whole squad.
EK short packs, we’re all doers.
Pateks on the arm, I am Albanian (Shqipe!).
Money still flows, I got the copyright.
I just need a money machine, my lawyer, and Spotify. [Chorus] It’s about the money.
Still out here, what are you doin’? (Woah)
On the streets, nobody listens to you. (Nobody)
The smell of cash does me good. (Woah, woah)
I can’t sleep, ’cause it’s about the money.
Still out here, what are you doin’? (Check)
On the streets, nobody listens to you.
The smell of cash does me good, can’t get enough.
It’s about the [Verse 3] My burden like iron on my shoulders, that we’re alive is a miracle.
Brother, yeah, we smell like money, and the bills smell like gunpowder.
This money is like a mirror, it shows you who you really are.
And when you start earning it, Sheytan has you in a chokehold. (Pah, pah)
I’m never there when the product arrives.
I walk in and they say pardon.
Bitch, of course I’m rich, what else?
f*ck Philipp Plein, yeah, we wear Lacoste.
Buy the pain, no Gucci.
Women moan loud as an Uzi.
My phone’s busy all day.
Hold up, I gotta order some food, wow.
I got contacts nobody knows in sixteen federal states.
You’re on the hunt for money, brother, I’m after rubber bands. (Hahahaha)
Money still flows, I got the copyright.
I just need a money machine, my lawyer, and Spotify. [Chorus] It’s about the money.
Still out here, what are you doin’?
On the streets, nobody listens to you.
The smell of cash does me good.
I can’t sleep, ’cause it’s about the money.
Still out here, what are you doin’?
On the streets, nobody listens to you.
The smell of cash does me good, can’t get enough.
It’s about the money
I weigh the money on the nineteenth floor, penthouse (Haha)
Live way too fast, my enemies run like it’s a race (Run, run)
Oh, Mademoiselle, my heart’s so cold, she doesn’t even take her fur off.
Perp unknown, they’re still looking.
Azet commander, bullets in your head (Brra)
Hand on my dick like Al Bundy, in the Andaz room wait six Bunnies, woah.
My enemies are shaking, wearing vests, no Ed Hardy (Hahahahahahaha)
Come down, come down, come down. [Verse 2] You’re f*cked up, we’re more f*cked up.
Come at night, all black with the whole squad.
EK short packs, we’re all doers.
Pateks on the arm, I am Albanian (Shqipe!).
Money still flows, I got the copyright.
I just need a money machine, my lawyer, and Spotify. [Chorus] It’s about the money.
Still out here, what are you doin’? (Woah)
On the streets, nobody listens to you. (Nobody)
The smell of cash does me good. (Woah, woah)
I can’t sleep, ’cause it’s about the money.
Still out here, what are you doin’? (Check)
On the streets, nobody listens to you.
The smell of cash does me good, can’t get enough.
It’s about the [Verse 3] My burden like iron on my shoulders, that we’re alive is a miracle.
Brother, yeah, we smell like money, and the bills smell like gunpowder.
This money is like a mirror, it shows you who you really are.
And when you start earning it, Sheytan has you in a chokehold. (Pah, pah)
I’m never there when the product arrives.
I walk in and they say pardon.
Bitch, of course I’m rich, what else?
f*ck Philipp Plein, yeah, we wear Lacoste.
Buy the pain, no Gucci.
Women moan loud as an Uzi.
My phone’s busy all day.
Hold up, I gotta order some food, wow.
I got contacts nobody knows in sixteen federal states.
You’re on the hunt for money, brother, I’m after rubber bands. (Hahahaha)
Money still flows, I got the copyright.
I just need a money machine, my lawyer, and Spotify. [Chorus] It’s about the money.
Still out here, what are you doin’?
On the streets, nobody listens to you.
The smell of cash does me good.
I can’t sleep, ’cause it’s about the money.
Still out here, what are you doin’?
On the streets, nobody listens to you.
The smell of cash does me good, can’t get enough.
It’s about the money
