Translation of the song lyrics Vida loca - YL

Vida loca (original)

Pour elle, j’irai vi-ser
J’ai retrouvé Yamine et son cœur dans un sale état
Il a besoin d’une révision
Pour nous, c’est la routine, charbonne comme un routier
C’que j’ramène la son-mai, tu n’l’auras même pas à l’année
J’ai évité carré VIP, Maria est maléfique, sa mère
Jeune et riche, Medellín, bénéfice sa mère
On n’a pas ton temps, on n’est pas contents
Faut d’l’argent comptant, tu dois bien t’en douter
La famille grandit, on doit financer
Elle part finir la C, elle risque pas de rentrer
Oh là, là, là, j’ai des rides, sa mère
Ça débite sans limite, jour et nuit, sa mère
Oh là, là, là, là, j’ai des rides, sa mère
Faut du bif, faut du bif, j’ai des rides, sa mère
Oh là, là, là, j’ai des rides, sa mère
Ça débite sans limite, jour et nuit, sa mère
Oh là, là, là, là, faut du bif, sa mère
Ça débite sans limite, jour et nuit, sa mère
Oh là, on est vifs, sa mère
Oh là, on fait les comptes et on lévite, sa mère
Oh là, j’ai pas le choix gros, ça va vite, sa mère
Faut du bif, ça débite quand les schmitts s’amènent
J’ai des rides, sa mère, ça taffe dur
Mon pochon se vide, sa mère, ça carbure
J’connais son délire et son vice par cœur
Elle attend pas l’hôtel, elle veut m’faire sur l’parking, ouais
J’fais du bif, sa mère
J’le fais bien, j’le fais vite, j’suis trop vif, sa mère
Comme un p’tit Saïyen
Comme un homme, il se ment, qu’on lui nique sa mère
Génération Snapchat, génération pas d’filtre
Généralement khapta, généreux, on partage
J’ai mes rêves au top ten, j’ai mes reufs au placard (Skrrt, skrrt)
J’ai jamais fait le bâtard
Oh là, là, là, là, j’ai des rides, sa mère
Ça débite sans limite, jour et nuit, sa mère
Oh là, là, là, là, j’ai des rides, sa mère
Faut du bif, faut du bif, j’ai des rides, sa mère
Oh là, là, là, là, j’ai des rides, sa mère
Ça débite sans limite, jour et nuit, sa mère
Oh là, là, là, là, faut du bif, sa mère
Ça débite sans limite, jour et nuit, sa mère
Oh là, on est vifs, sa mère
Oh là, on fait les comptes et on lévite, sa mère
Oh là, j’ai pas le choix gros, ça va vite, sa mère
Faut du bif, ça débite quand les schmitts s’amènent
Oh là

Vida loca (translation)

For her, I will go
I found Yamine and his heart in a bad state
It needs an overhaul
For us it's routine, smash like a truck driver
What I bring back the son-mai, you won't even have it all year round
I avoided the VIP area, Maria is evil, her mother
Young and rich, Medellín, benefits his mother
We don't have your time, we're not happy
You need cash, you must know
The family is growing, we have to finance
She leaves to finish the C, she won't come back
Oh there, there, there, I have wrinkles, his mother
It flows without limit, day and night, his mother
Oh there, there, there, there, I have wrinkles, his mother
I need money, I need money, I have wrinkles, his mother
Oh there, there, there, I have wrinkles, his mother
It flows without limit, day and night, his mother
Oh there, there, there, there, it takes money, his mother
It flows without limit, day and night, his mother
Oh there, we are alive, his mother
Oh there, we do the accounts and we levitate, his mother
Oh there, I have no big choice, it goes fast, his mother
Need money, it sells when the schmitts come
I have wrinkles, his mother, it works hard
My pouch is empty, his mother, it fuels
I know his delirium and his vice by heart
She's not waiting for the hotel, she wants to meet me in the parking lot, yeah
I make money, his mother
I do it well, I do it fast, I'm too lively, his mother
Like a little Saiyan
Like a man, he lies to himself, that we fuck his mother
Snapchat generation, generation no filter
Usually khapta, generous, we share
Got my dreams in the top ten, got my eggs in the closet (Skrrt, skrrt)
I never played the bastard
Oh there, there, there, there, I have wrinkles, his mother
It flows without limit, day and night, his mother
Oh there, there, there, there, I have wrinkles, his mother
I need money, I need money, I have wrinkles, his mother
Oh there, there, there, there, I have wrinkles, his mother
It flows without limit, day and night, his mother
Oh there, there, there, there, it takes money, his mother
It flows without limit, day and night, his mother
Oh there, we are alive, his mother
Oh there, we do the accounts and we levitate, his mother
Oh there, I have no big choice, it goes fast, his mother
Need money, it sells when the schmitts come
Oh there