Money$Team – Nouveau Riche Lyrics
Oui oui baguette :^|
[Verse 1: Conch]
I'm cloaked in my periwinkle chambray cape
American birth, eating gourmet French cheese-steaks
Strapback, navy blue, anchors bring the nautical steeze
Send me to '44, I'm off the coast of Normandy
I sweat out silver and I pee gold dust
Bleed so much platinum, I'll construct a Brinks truck
I'm on that Rosé tip, that Jacques Cousteau merde
Got so much gâteau, I'll buy the French navire
She got the Louis bag, freaked with mad ostrich feathers
You know I gotta stunt, Comme des Garçons sable sweater
Shoutout Napoleon, salute to Sun King, as well
All the real French despots either dead or in jail
I'll pay some M's just to see Carla snatched
Hold her at ransom, I just got a big catch
That bigmouth salmon, that omelette de fromage
It's only paper, doe, take it and make a collage
So last week we were boating in Bruges
And before, viewing at the Moulin Rouge
Now we're all bloating from this delicious Foie Gras
Soon we'll be in the bedroom, doing Ménage à trois
[Verse 2: Stormium]
New money, en seine we call it Nouveau Riche
French honeys, they insane, dough risin' in my quiche
Argent neuf, shower in money, ne l'eau pas
Suit made of Sarkozys, still ain't a faux pas
Buyin' up la tour Eiffel, beam by beam
Boit de Rosé, bumpin' triple beam dreams
Chillin' with Yeezus, Lycii Henri IV
Skinny models, fat pockets, un francais paradise
Tall bitches named mona, but I ain't at the Louvre
Wallet bustin' stitches, moanin' je ne pas pouvre
Baguette, escargot, mignon, poutine
Call it bread, meat, or cheese, il est le routine
Les filles paying me, handlebar rides ain't free
Ain't talking bicyclettes, it's hair-on-hair, b
Les nouveau riche changed everyone but me so far
Now I ain't gotta ask "Coucher avec moi ce soir?"
Y'all ready for Money$Team? I ain't think so.
Time for us to come through this bitch clean.
Pockets on swole. France is ours.
We be drinkin' the finest champagne from Champagne.
Buying Versace shit in Alsace. French steez.
Gettin' mighty nice in Nice.
I got my Eiffel Tower in your girl's River Seine.
Money Mondays, boi. Keeping it mint
[Further Outro: iRod]
Money mother fuckin Monday, bitch
And I don't know how to speak mother fuckin, French
I can make toast like a motherfucker though
This shit more cray than a motherfucker though
The mother fuckin Team is 'gon fuck Miss Hilton
You know, just so we can call it Money in Paris
We got banks over seas, just so we can say our money's in Paris
Leaving ya'll embarrassed, bitch
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