Tuesday, July 5, 2022

Pharrell Williams, 21 Savage et Tyler, The Creator sortent les billets dans Cash In Cash Out

Pharrell Williams, Tyler the creator et 21 savage se la raconte dans Cash in cash out

J’avoue, je ne suis pas fan des ego trip des chanteurs de hip hop mais quand c’est des bons, ça passe. Non parce que clairement, faire l’apologie du capitalisme alors qu’avant on était dans la merde parce qu’on était victime du capitalisme, je reconnais, je trouve ça paradoxal et contre productif.

Mais ma passion pour la musique est la plus forte. Une prod boom bap léchée et métallique de Pharrell, les flows de Tyler et de 21 Savage et j’oublie mon gauchisme radical pour un peu plus de trois minutes.

Le clip a été réalisé par le francais François Rousselet et son équipe de Division. On y voit les trois artistes comme des joueurs de Fortnite mais avec du pognon.

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lyrics :

Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out
Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out (21)

Ridin’ in the car with no keys (Straight up)
Louis V shirt with no sleeves (On God)
Slaughter gang, nigga, I’m reppin’ (21)
Chopper get to preachin’, I’m the reverend (21)
Call him New Era, he cappin’ (Yeah)
Them the type of niggas I ain’t dappin’ (On God)
When I book a show, make my backend cashin’
21, Uncle Sam, dawg, I’m taxin’
Ridin’ in the coupe and it’s a sport (Yeah)
My bodyguard look like a horse (Straight up)
She gon’ suck me up like it’s a chore (On God)
Took the LaFerrari on a tour
Buy a Richard Mill’ when I get bored (Bored)
Put my sidepiece inside a Porsche (A Porschе)
Money turned me to an assholе
I ain’t gon’ lie, I was used to being poor
I put Chanel on my feet
European model got Chanel on my seats

Put me in a third world country in the middle of the slums
I’ma turn it to a million dollar street (On God)
Pharrell made this so it’s a million dollar beat (Straight up)
V12, VVS, I fell in love with Vs (Straight up)
Walk in your section, you ain’t reppin’ ’bout nothin’
My invoice gon’ be a million dollar fee (On God)
Hop in a Bentley and slide (And what?)
Reach for my chain and you die (Say what?)
You know my method, I’ma turn your shirt red, man
Then send your ass how high (On God)
Mama got a Benz, she smiled (21)
Then she got a house, she cried (21)
Nigga took the stand, he lied
Held court in the streets and they gave his ass life (Goddamn)
I’m gettin’ bigger and bigger (And what?)
Your pockets littler than little (21)
Put a hundred bands on your head

Now they jumpin’ up and down playin’ monkey in the middle
She swallow all my kids, she a bad babysitter
Kim Jong-Un, in my pants is a missile
Friend of the family, I hit all the sisters
The mama love me so she hid all my pistols (Straight up)

Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out
Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out

Nah, I ain’t heard of that, I hit the beach in a furry hat
She got a guy but she purrin’ back, I’m lookin’ like, « Where he at? »
Nigga, get out the way (Way), that girl my bae (Hey)
Rock on my hand, nah, this ain’t Dwayne (Hey, hey)
This shit neon yellow like pee on it (Hey, hey)
Goin’ both sides, yeah, you could say I’m B-I (Hey, hey)
Got whips like slaves, the garage like, « Yee-haw »
Horses, more car keys than a piano
One came with an umbrella like Rihanna
Nigga, let’s be honest (Umm), be honest
Track needed life, nigga, so they put me on it
Nigga, you don’t be on what we on, and 2-1 got three Ks
I think he just might put a sheet on it’s
Ice so white, motherfucker, you could ski on it
Look, any stone I’m in, no less than six digits
Beep go the Rolls, right-side, I sit in it (Come on, man)
Tick go the watch, it came with a dent in it
And skrrt on a plane, just me and my bitch in it (Yo)

Just know it’s big business
Hands stay full with them racks like hit tennis
And no money, phone account, go get interest
Ah (Ah), you got that back end from the back door
I got offered two-point-five for the last show
I declined ’cause the stage didn’t match my ethos
Hmm, they know that I’m sick with it
Look, player, what you wanna do?
Me, I don’t like violence, but the guns do Ooh)
‘Cause that gorilla right there, he gon’ hunt you
While me and my bitch countin’ stars out the sunroof
And if you wanna flick up, I don’t want to
And if you say « No cap, » I ain’t trust you
Nigga, I’m the headline, you a plus one
I got some brand new thoughts and a new silk scarf
And my bitch do too (Too)
Double R talk and I got like two (Two)
Turbo on that bitch and it hit like zoom (Zoom)
In the mirror, who that nigga? I’m like, « You » (You)
Any time I do something, motherfuckers like, Oof, oof

Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out
Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out

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