Si Mañana Caigo Preso
(Ey, ey)
(Cris MJ)
(El más que suena)
Estamo' buscando la lana
Y si mañana caigo preso o no tengo pa' comer
La salgo a buscarla, yo me tengo que joder
Bendiciones pa' mi banda, los que me quieren ver bien
Estamos subiendo, cada día otro nivel
Me gusta lo caro, tengo mente ganadora
Me compro una pistola shipetea', dispara sola
A todos los envidiosos, me los paso por la pobla
Ando en la motora, vola'o y siempre así piola
A lo peligroso, vos sa'í, somos unos gangster
Luchando de pequeño, gracias a Dios soy cantante
De pana se dio, ahora tiramos pa'lante
Ahora no falta nada, tenemos lujo y diamante
Viviendo la vida que siempre yo quise
Y siempre humilde en donde yo aterrice
A todos eses giles, los dejo con cicatrices
Tengo panas muertos, pero ellos me bendicen
Las perras buscan cash
Tengo par de millones en ready en la mach
Ya no robamos más
Haciendo plata con música
Aparecen detrás de mí, ya parecen detective'
Prefiro la plata, por el pico to' esos giles
Haciendo el trap, el único se la vive
No me hablen asa, o te saco los fusiles
Y si mañana caigo preso o no tengo pa' comer
La salgo a buscarla, yo me tengo que joder
Bendiciones pa' mi banda, los que me quieren ver bien
Estamos subiendo, cada día otro nivel
Me gusta lo caro, tengo mente ganadora
Me compro una pistola shipetea', dispara sola
A todos los envidiosos, me los paso por la bolas
Ando en la motora, vola'o y siempre así piola
Camino solo, empiqueteado de Polo
Ando con la banda y los blunts enrolo
Usamos 40 cadena de oro
Comerte ese culo, pa' mí es un tesoro
A dónde vayamos, el corte le damos
Cualquier wea con esos giles nos enredamos
Andamos bien, vestidos de Ferragamo
Ey, como un día lo soñamos
Y si mañana caigo preso o no tengo pa' comer
La salgo a buscarla, yo me tengo que joder
Bendiciones pa' mi banda, los que me quieren ver bien
Estamos subiendo, cada día otro nivel
Me gusta lo caro, tengo mente ganadora
Me compro una pistola shipetea', dispara sola
A todos los envidiosos, me los paso por la pobla
Ando en la motora, vola'o y siempre así piola
(Beba, pa' olvidar las penas)
(Cuando está conmigo, yo le pongo mis cadenas)
(Mis compas en condena vayan pa' Serena)
(Moviendo los giros, robándome la escena)
If Tomorrow I Fall in Prison
(Ey, ey)
(Cris MJ)
(The one that sounds the most)
We're looking for the money
And if tomorrow I fall in prison or I don't have to eat
I'll go out to look for it, I have to screw myself
Blessings to my crew, those who want to see me well
We're going up, every day another level
I like expensive things, I have a winning mind
I buy a pistol, it shoots alone
To all the envious ones, I pass them through the slums
I ride the motorcycle, high and always discreet
To the dangerous, you know, we are gangsters
Fighting since I was little, thank God I'm a singer
For real it happened, now we're moving forward
Now nothing is missing, we have luxury and diamonds
Living the life I always wanted
And always humble wherever I land
To all those fools, I leave them with scars
I have dead friends, but they bless me
The bitches look for cash
I have a couple of million ready in the mach
We don't steal anymore
Making money with music
They appear behind me, they already look like detectives
I prefer money, for the peak of all those fools
Doing trap, the only one who lives it
Don't talk to me like that, or I'll pull out the guns
And if tomorrow I fall in prison or I don't have to eat
I'll go out to look for it, I have to screw myself
Blessings to my crew, those who want to see me well
We're going up, every day another level
I like expensive things, I have a winning mind
I buy a pistol, it shoots alone
To all the envious ones, I pass them through the slums
I ride the motorcycle, high and always discreet
I walk alone, dressed in Polo
I walk with the crew and roll the blunts
We wear 40 gold chains
Eating that ass, for me it's a treasure
Wherever we go, we give it a cut
Any shit with those fools we get tangled up
We're doing well, dressed in Ferragamo
Hey, as we dreamed one day
And if tomorrow I fall in prison or I don't have to eat
I'll go out to look for it, I have to screw myself
Blessings to my crew, those who want to see me well
We're going up, every day another level
I like expensive things, I have a winning mind
I buy a pistol, it shoots alone
To all the envious ones, I pass them through the slums
I ride the motorcycle, high and always discreet
(Drink, to forget the sorrows)
(When she's with me, I put my chains on her)
(My friends in prison go to Serena)
(Moving the spins, stealing the scene)