[Chorus]
My hands are made for gold, they are in the diamonds
You're her husband, I'm her lover, I won't be a guarantor for her ass
My hands are made for gold, they are in the diamonds
It's always the same as before
Count up and I dodge the cops
My hands are made for gold, they are in the ice
I'm not talking about my cup when I talk about ice
My hands are made for gold, they are in the ice
I'm not talking about my cup when I talk about ice

[Verse 1]
I only love my mom and streams money
My heart's not madе for bikini bottoms
I lost everything, excеpt my self-esteem
The small-timers dodge us
I'm dreaming about an Eskimo bitch who's courageous
Placing and pulling the curtains, aren't you tired of that my guy?
The wrist is worth fifty thousand, I shake your hand with an E class (Bitch)
Even in school, I was in the back, but I wasn't the worst student in the class
Not taboo, unlike Dave Chappelle, the trap is La Casa del Papel
We lose the case, we make a call
I didn't sign, I created the label
Created the label, independent, I'm not a sell-out
Fuck music, I'm not Renaud, nor Beethoven
I have coco, I have bad bitches with collagen
[Chorus]
My hands are made for gold, they are in the diamonds
You're her husband, I'm her lover, I won't be a guarantor for her ass
My hands are made for gold, they are in the diamonds
It's always the same as before
Count up and I dodge the cops
My hands are made for gold, they are in the ice
I'm not talking about my cup when I talk about ice
My hands are made for gold, they are in the ice
I'm not talking about my cup when I talk about ice

[Verse 2]
The rappers have nothing, they only talk about zeros, some commas, some zeros, hey
You flashed some guns, you never shot them, you're not a hero, hey
I don't pay attention to what they say, what they do
In rap they talk, in the streets, they shut up
Lean to heal all my wounds
The money's what's attractive to you, not me baby (Left)
I exile myself in Africa like l'Achimiste (Left to)
She snorted some coke like a mountaineer (Ah-ah-ah)
She believes in God and me, she's polytheistic
We stole from the rich, counted the dough, domesticated the vices
Fuck the lobbyists, I'm not scared of being cancelled
Always charged up like a Duracell battery
Travel is paid for, Toronto-Mirabel
I buy metals like an old scrap merchant
I'm smoking that Cali' that's imported (That's important)
In front of the game, and I'm the bouncer
[Chorus]
My hands are made for gold, they are in the diamonds
You're her husband, I'm her lover, I won't be a guarantor for her ass
My hands are made for gold, they are in the diamonds
It's always the same as before
Count up and I dodge the cops
My hands are made for gold, they are in the ice
I'm not talking about my cup when I talk about ice
My hands are made for gold, they are in the ice
I'm not talking about my cup when I talk about ice