NCAA
Cabrón, deja de moverte, que se escuchan
Ah
Los ballers de la city, yeah
Turbo me dice que me quite las cadena', que se escuchan (yeah)
Es el sonido del dinero (ah)
Cabrón, yo soy un bandolero en el caldero (yeah)
Yo soy artista y no suelto la. 40
Contesto la maraca y me muevo sexy
Estamo' en el working, lo saqué en New Jersey
Como uso la glizzy debajo de la jersey
Toda' las puta' pa'l baller
Quieren droga, quieren sexo, y yo las naturale'
En-en PR no dan musa, no quiero locale'
Ahora dice que yo sufro problema' mentale'
Ma, tú ere' la loca, están fritolay
Yo me fumo un black y la vista al Empire State
En Miami en Cullinan, en New York, la escalade
Nos burlamo' del sistema, nos burlamo' de la ley
To's mis shooters, mamabicho, NCAA
Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey
No me ronquen de prenda' si el reloj no es Plein
Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey (ah)
Free CHIMI, free Pampa, free Dobleta (yeah)
Yo vivo por la glizzy, pila de peine' en la gaveta
Del Cartier pa'l Rolex y del Rolex pa' la Pateka
Pana' mío' te la endecan (yeah)
No tiene novio, quiere vacilar na' má'
Quiere bicho, ¿ma, pa' dónde es que tú va'?
Yo soy un Baller, tú no me va' a enamorar
Yo soy Roberto Clemente en mi ciudad
Y to' esta' puta' quieren saludar
Despué' que te meta no me vuelve' a ver
Prendo el palo, que empiece a brincar
Por estar diciendo que me va a pegar
Toa' las puta' pa'l baller
Quieren droga, quieren sexo, y yo las naturale'
En PR no dan musa, no quiero locale'
Ahora dice que yo sufro problema' mentale'
Ma, tú ere' la loca, están fritolay
Yo me fumo un black y la vista al Empire State
En Miami en Cullinan, en New York, la escalade
Nos burlamo' del sistema, nos burlamo' de la ley
To's mis shooters, mamabicho, NCAA
Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey
No me ronquen de prenda' si el reloj no es Plein
Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey (ey, ey, ey, ey)
Hablando de kilo y no killeaban
Yo soy un moneygetter, tú no te la jugaba'
Yo no soy el mismo desde que perdí a peluche por él yo compré la baba
Ese era my brother
Yo sí puedo decir que en el cuello tengo una casa
¿Dónde están las puta'? (Ah)
Me gusta su cara, pero de cuerpo tá rara
Si no es un 10/10 no quiero nada, ah
(Los ballers de la city)
That's a big fact
Dime Turbo (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Los ballers de la city (yeah, yeah, yeah)
That's a big–
It's some money talk
NCAA
Yeah
(Gra-gra boom, boom)
NCAA
Dude, stop moving, I can hear it
Ah
The ballers from the city, yeah
Turbo tells me to take off the chains, I can hear it (yeah)
It's the sound of money (ah)
Dude, I'm a hustler in the game (yeah)
I'm an artist and I don't drop the .40
I answer the call and move sexy
We're working, I pulled it off in New Jersey
Like I use the glizzy under the jersey
All the girls for the baller
They want drugs, they want sex, and I keep it natural
In PR they don't inspire, I don't want local
Now she says I have mental issues
Girl, you're the crazy one, they're fried
I smoke a blunt and gaze at the Empire State
In Miami in a Cullinan, in New York, the Escalade
We laugh at the system, we laugh at the law
All my shooters, motherfucker, NCAA
Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey
Don't flex with jewelry if the watch ain't Plein
Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey (ah)
Free CHIMI, free Pampa, free Dobleta (yeah)
I live for the glizzy, stacks of clips in the drawer
From Cartier to Rolex and from Rolex to Patek
My homies got your back (yeah)
She ain't got a boyfriend, just wants to chill
Wants some dick, girl, where you headed?
I'm a baller, you ain't gonna make me fall
I'm Roberto Clemente in my town
And all these girls want to say hi
After I hit it, you won't see me again
Light it up, let it start bouncing
For saying she's gonna get me
All the girls for the baller
They want drugs, they want sex, and I keep it natural
In PR they don't inspire, I don't want local
Now she says I have mental issues
Girl, you're the crazy one, they're fried
I smoke a blunt and gaze at the Empire State
In Miami in a Cullinan, in New York, the Escalade
We laugh at the system, we laugh at the law
All my shooters, motherfucker, NCAA
Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey
Don't flex with jewelry if the watch ain't Plein
Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey (ey, ey, ey, ey)
Talking about kilos and they weren't killing
I'm a money getter, you wouldn't risk it
I ain't the same since I lost my bro, I bought the pack for him
He was my brother
I can say I got a house on my neck
Where the girls at? (Ah)
I like her face, but her body’s kinda weird
If she ain't a 10/10, I don't want nothing, ah
(The ballers from the city)
That's a big fact
Tell me Turbo (yeah, yeah, yeah)
The ballers from the city (yeah, yeah, yeah)
That's a big
It's some money talk
NCAA
Yeah
(Gra-gra boom, boom)
Escrita por: Fabien A. Cartagenas