Huh-huh-huh
Huh-huh-huh-huh
Huh-huh-huh-huh
Huh-huh-huh-huh
Huh-huh-huh, huh-huh
Huh-huh-huh, huh-huh
Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh
Tell me (Hey; tell me), tell me
Is this what you wanted?
I’m refined (Uh), this is trap from the gallery
You’re a cowboy, Rocky “The Kid,” garbage
And I’m a champion, Rocky Marciano, Rocky Balboa, Rocky Maivia
I have the route, I have the way, yes, I have the way
I spend at night, I invoice all day
So much money that I like it
They envy me, that’s why I deal with all these harpies
You don’t know what it’s like to be at sea with two hundred chicks
That the stewardess sucks you off in the sky (Hey, hey)
What it’s like to throw five hundred thousand at the brothel (Hey, hey, hey)
That’s why your opinion means zero to me (Duh)
That’s why you’re 101 on the top 100, and I’m the first
You’re no longer rappers, now you’re podcasters
More than you’re charging my barber (Hey)
Fu*king and traveling around the world (Hey, hey, hey), hey
Drinking a lot of champagne, we’re never dry
Verstappen arrived first, then came Checo
If Pablo saw me, he’d say I’m a badass
You all talking shit, and me and mine in Monaco
Drinking a lot of champagne, we’re never dry
They’re talking alone, they’re talking to the echo
The sign of money, that’s my new zodiac
Light a cigar, the family is in Monaco
[Charles Aznavour:]
Yesterday, I was twenty
I caressed time, and played with life
Like one plays with love, and I lived at night
Without counting my days, which fled in time
[Bad Bunny:]
Believe me, F1 cars are faster in person
Sofia Vergara is cute, but she’s cuter in person (More delicious)
Whatever you do, it doesn’t impress me
It’s like scoring a goal after Messi and Maradona
They don’t know you, not even in your neighborhood
Yesterday I was with LeBron, also with Di Caprio
They asked me how I did in the stadiums
We talked about family and millionaire issues
I mean, multimillionaire, I mean, heh, billionaire
It’s been a while since the radio has mattered to me
I quit trap a while ago; I left it to Eladio
Uh, heh, dear diary
Today they deposited money, they nominated me for the GRAMMYs
Again, they criticized me, and none of them mattered to me
I remain calm, in my own world
Don Vito, Don Beno, of the Beatles, John Lennon
When I die, I’ll leave my grandchildren a hundred properties
To all my ladies, the booties and the busts
And to my haters, an F-40 without brakes
Why? So they crash, heh, so they die
Red or white, matte black, which do you want?
Why? So they crash, so they die (So they die)
Rest in peace, I’m still on the yacht, hey (Mmm; hey!)
Drinking a lot of champagne, we’re never dry (No!)
Verstappen arrived first, then came Checo
If Pablo saw me, he’d say I’m a badass
You all talking shit, and me and mine in Monaco
Drinking a lot of champagne, we’re never dry
They’re talking alone, they’re talking to the echo
The sign of money, that’s my new zodiac
Light a Phillie, the family is in Monaco
[Charles Aznavour:]
Yesterday, I was twenty
I caressed time, and played with life
Like one plays with love, and I lived at night
Without counting my days, which fled in time
