Wiz Khalifa - The Race (Traduction Française) lyrics

[Couplet 1: Wiz Khalifa]
The world turning, the weed burning
Them haters talking, I keep earning
Know some will say life's a b*tch
Well I’mma keep flirting and f*ck that b*tch for the money and Louis V purchases
Old folks jock my car cause they know just what this is
n*ggas flexin’ hard with no bars, they got weak service
Keep verses, Mortal Kombat
Look at my ring, if I ain't ballin’ b*tch then what you call that
Nothing but net, ain't back cause I never left
I did everything right n*gga better yet
Rolling bomb for the n*ggas that's around us
Something like a contractor built it from the ground up
Now just
Twist up this weed
Realize that you are in the presence of a G
Don’t f*ck up my paper meaning my cheese
Or the ones I use to roll up my trees
f*ck it, you know what I mean

[Refrain: Wiz Khalifa]
I’m riding round, smoking, good music aloud
Gotta do my thing, no disrespect to the n*ggas before me
Some smile up in your face but then they hate on the low
Now I just stunt on my own, now I just stunt on my own
I’m in a race, and taking the winner's place
No foot on the brakes
One of the best, homie that's what they call me
It’s lonely at the top, ain't no company so
Now I just stunt on my own, now I just stunt on my own
[Couplet 2: Wiz Khalifa]
See me, when I’m alone, wishing they could f*ck with me
My ex calling my phone, wishing she could stunt with me
But I’m just riding dog, doing a buck fifty
Stunting like Jet Li, boat houses and jet skis
Thirty on the flight, ice like the Gretzky's
My dime pieces only recognize the best trees
Treat ‘em like I don’t need ‘em boy, you best believe
You in her face, I let her breathe
From debated on, to waited on
From hated on, to the n*gga they put cake up on
Cause we are, young movie stars
Cause we are, young movie stars

[Refrain: Wiz Khalifa]

[Couplet 3: Wiz Khalifa]
O-ooo-oh, now I just stunt on my own
b*tches ain't say sh*t to me but now they won’t leave me alone
Used to walk the other way
But now they all come to my home
And they calling my phone, cause my paper was looong
Nothing, they ain't singing my song
Get hired up, if they want then I bring them along
We flying up, no you won't need a ticket at all
Need a ticket at all
Tell a b*tch I’ma ball and I’ma buy a new crib for my n*ggas n all
Cause I remember days we’d sit and pictured it all
n*gga swear I’d leave or pictured I’d fall
Counting reasons why they hate, your b*tch think I’m a star
Cause we are, young, gifted
Not to mention out here making muthaf*ckin' millions
Yeah, I said it, muthaf*ckin' millions
Got my money up, I’m in the building
[Refrain: Wiz Khalifa

[Outro]
- Hello ?
- Yo man, we gotta go
- Go where ?
- Just get up man, it's time to go, we gotta go
- Alright man
- Come on man, get up
- I'm up man, I'm up
- Yo
- I’m up man, I’m up, I’m up. I’m coming down right now