100 MILLONES (part. Luar La L)
Huh
Yeah-eh, yeah
Ey
Yeh, ey (Grr), eh
Cien millone' dando vuelta' en un Can-Am
Y la' corta' ya tú sabe' dónde van (prr, prr)
Un saludo pa' lo hater', ¿cómo están? (wuju)
Que me odien, eso e' parte de mi plan, yeah (ey, ey)
Mala mía, cabrone', pero estoy crecío' (crecío'), eh, eh, eh
Siempre con un piquete nuevo y el de ello' vencío' (ey)
Ya no e' Simón el que dice, ahora soy yo el que digo
Tu coro quiere hacer coro conmigo (ey)
Me la' clavo de tre' en tre' como si yo fuera lo' Migo' (huh-huh)
Mere, mamón, tú y yo no somo' amigo' (no, no), ey
Aquí no hay que aparentar (nah)
Ando con unas teni' que tú no puede' cachar (ajá)
Concentra'o haciendo ticket me metí siete Adderall
Quién e' el número uno no hay ni que preguntar (ey, ey, ey)
To' saben que soy yo, eh
De PR pa'l mundo, gracia' al que creyó (gracia')
Sentiste la presión cuando el camión te arrolló (grr)
Si llaman a su pai, lo vo'a coger yo (yo, yo, yo)
Y si le' va mal, no e' culpa mía (no)
Eh-eh-eh-eh, cabrone', no e' culpa mía
Yo estoy en mi peak, yo estoy en la mía, eh (mía, ah-ah-ah)
Yo estoy en la mía
Cien millone' dando vuelta' en un Can-Am
Y la' corta' ya tú sabe' dónde van (saben ya)
Un saludo pa' lo hater', ¿cómo están? (Hola)
Que me odien, eso e' parte de mi plan, yeah (huh, huh, huh, whuh)
Mala mía, cabrone', pero estoy crecío' (crecío'), ey, eh, ey
Siempre con un piquete nuevo y el de ello' vencío' (ey, ey, ey)
¿Qué? Sí, jeje, El Letra (Letra)
Mera, El Conejo me envió una jodienda ahí pa' que tirara (ahí dale)
Ahora está en el estudio esperando
Prende la mierda esa, vámono' pa'l carajo (prende, prende)
Los G4, cabrón (¿qué?; ¿Cómo?)
En PR lo' carrito' y en Miami son la' Lambo
Llegó el rookie que le brincó to' lo' rango
Y ahora to' quieren sacarla, yo ando con Bad Bu' pichando (¿qué pasó, cabrón?)
Dosciento' mil en prenda', hasta de día estoy brillando
En Can-Am por to'a la playa dando vuelta'
Cuando me parqueé vi que tu doña capeó el flow de abrir la' puerta' (habla claro)
Salimo' con esta y cambió la vuelta, ¿qué? (¿qué pasó?)
Y si van a bookearme, son má' de treinta (sabe', sabe')
En carrito o en Corvetta
Toíto' quieren rolearme y ninguno pide la reta (¿quién?)
Tengo un Role' y ni miro el tiempo, ando ruleta' (caro)
To' esto' hater' me lo maman, son peseta (¿ah, qué?)
Tienen do' cara', esta combi sí e' cara (lo e')
Si fantasmea', dispara y les chillamo' en la cara
Son peseta' do' cara' (Je), to'a mi' babie' son cara'
Si la' mando disparan, rrr, y te chillamo' en la cara (¿qué?)
Cien millone' dando vuelta' en un Can-Am
Y la' pieza' ya tú sabe' dónde van
Un saludo pa' lo hater' que son fan
Que me odien, eso e' parte de mi plan, yeah (yeah-eh-eh-eh)
Mala mía, cabrone', pero estoy crecío', yeah
Les pasé a doscienta' milla', se quedaron dormío', yeah
Mera, papi, ¿cuándo me va' a montar en el carrito?
Ey, me enamora' to' lo' mese' (to' lo' mese')
Ey, una baby quiere plata, otra quiere que la bese (muah)
Cada cual tiene lo que merece
Chequéate lo' Billboard, llevo número uno doce mese' (yeah, ey, ey)
Auch, auch, eso duele (eh)
Pa' to' el que me critica, que me lo pele (rrr)
Toma un billete 'e cien pa' que sepa' cómo huele, huele (huelebicho)
Y ahora tengo a to' lo' gringo' conspirando (uh)
Porque saben que el bori lo' 'tá matando, ey
Suck my dick, motherfucker (eh), eh
Lo' tengo mamando, eh
Ahora to' el mundo 'tá llamando (¿ah?)
Ya mismo me retiro, no sé cuándo (no sé)
Lo' escupo como Triple H entrando (nah)
Dando vuelta' en PR o en Orlando, eh-eh (¿qué fue?)
100 MILLION (feat. Luar La L)
Huh
Yeah-eh, yeah
Ey
Yeh, ey (Grr), eh
One hundred million spinning in a Can-Am
And the short ones, you know where they go (prr, prr)
Greetings to the haters, how are you? (wuju)
Let them hate me, that's part of my plan, yeah (ey, ey)
My bad, bastards, but I'm growing (growing'), eh, eh, eh
Always with a new hit and the old ones defeated (ey)
It's not Simon who says anymore, now it's me who says
Your crew wants to join mine (ey)
I nail them three by three as if I were the Migos (huh-huh)
Mere, sucker, you and I are not friends (no, no), ey
No need to pretend here (nah)
I'm wearing kicks you can't catch (aha)
Focused on making money, I took seven Adderall
Who's number one, no need to ask (ey, ey, ey)
Everyone knows it's me, eh
From PR to the world, thanks to those who believed (thanks)
You felt the pressure when the truck ran you over (grr)
If they call their dad, I'll take the call (me, me, me)
And if things go wrong, it's not my fault (no)
Eh-eh-eh-eh, bastards, it's not my fault
I'm at my peak, I'm in my zone, eh (mine, ah-ah-ah)
I'm in my zone
One hundred million spinning in a Can-Am
And the short ones, you know where they go (they know already)
Greetings to the haters, how are you? (Hello)
Let them hate me, that's part of my plan, yeah (huh, huh, huh, whuh)
My bad, bastards, but I'm growing (growing'), ey, eh, ey
Always with a new hit and the old ones defeated (ey, ey, ey)
What? Yes, hehe, El Letra (Lyrics)
Mera, El Conejo sent me a track to drop (there, go ahead)
Now he's in the studio waiting
Light that shit up, let's go to hell (light up, light up)
The G4, bastard (what?; How?)
In PR they're cars and in Miami they're Lambos
The rookie arrived who jumped all ranks
And now everyone wants to take her out, I'm with Bad Bu' pitching (what's up, bastard?)
Two hundred thousand in pledges, even during the day I'm shining
In Can-Am all over the beach spinning
When I parked I saw your lady showing off the flow of opening the doors (speak clearly)
We went out with this and changed the game, what? (what happened?)
And if they're going to book me, there are more than thirty (you know, you know)
In a car or in a Corvette
Everyone wants to roll with me and none ask for the challenge (who?)
I have a Rolex and I don't even look at the time, I'm rolling (expensive)
All these haters suck me, they're worthless (ah, what?)
They have two faces, this combo is expensive (it is)
If they act tough, shoot and we'll call them out to their face
They're worthless with two faces (Je), all my babes are expensive
If I send them they shoot, rrr, and we call them out to their face (what?)
One hundred million spinning in a Can-Am
And the pieces, you know where they go
Greetings to the haters who are fans
Let them hate me, that's part of my plan, yeah (yeah-eh-eh-eh)
My bad, bastards, but I'm growing, yeah
I passed two hundred miles per hour, they fell asleep, yeah
Mera, daddy, when are you going to take me for a ride in the car?
Hey, you make me fall in love every month (every month)
Hey, one baby wants money, another wants me to kiss her (muah)
Everyone gets what they deserve
Check the Billboard, I've been number one for twelve months (yeah, ey, ey)
Ouch, ouch, that hurts (eh)
For all those who criticize me, let's settle it (rrr)
Take a hundred bill so you know how it smells, smells (smellbug)
And now all the gringos are conspiring (uh)
Because they know the bori is killing it, ey
Suck my dick, motherfucker (eh), eh
I have them sucking, eh
Now everyone's calling (ah?)
I'm retiring soon, I don't know when (I don't know)
I spit on them like Triple H entering (nah)
Spinning in PR or in Orlando, eh-eh (what's up?)