Gaste 100 (part. Jon Z y Lalo Ebratt)
Jon Z, men (demasiado high)
(Gasté 100 mil, gasté 100 mil)
Siempre ando
En las nubes siempre en alta high como un jet, jet, jet, yeah-eh
Y en el deportivo siempre en modo sport
En la cama ya no tiene remedio (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Gasté 100, gasté 100 mil-mil
Gasté 100, gasté 100 mil
Gasté 100, gasté 100 mil
Gasté 100
Voy a darte sin parar, baby, ni Dios te va a salvar
Yo vivo en las nubes, tú vives en la tierra, igual te voy a mojar
Gata hot, déjame decirte en la cama que yo me concentro como un Aderal
Tú te ves bien, pero te porta' mal
La molly me pone intrépido, tu cuerpecito es épico
En la cama un éxito, oh, yeah
Te metí y no me equivoqué, combinamos pasto y Rosé
Y las tenis te las dejé, deja el aserejé, yeah
Se enamoró, fue del flow y el cash
Le gusta cuando le doy fire
Baby, lo hacemo' y no se calla
Quiere hacerlo en la cama encima de los de 100, eh
Gasté 100, gasté 100
Gasté 100 mil, gasté 100 mil
Gasté 100, gasté 100
Gasté 100 mil (yeah, yeah, Jon Z, men, yeah)
Gaste 100 mil, oh shit, ¿What the fuck?
Par de gramo' de tussi, libras de pasto y cinco Glocks
Par de gata' en Medallo, Alejo, mi cone en Metrallo
En una finca guayo-guayo, hasta que cante el gallo
Ella se va conmigo, no lo piensa dos veces
Se escapa de las amiga', conmigo amanece
Después se va, como fantasma desaparece
De seguro que no la veo en par de mese'
Dímelo, gasté 100 mil y un poquito má'
En tussi, en weed, y en par de lámina'
Mucho alcohol, diablo', mami, no puedo caminar
Dame un break, volvió la estamina
Esta noche nos vamo' a beber
Coger una loquera fumando puré
Que tú no eres fácil, lo sé
Baby esto es easy, no la deje' caer
Gasté 100 (Jon Z, men), gasté 100 mil (Jose Feliciano en la casa, ya tú sabe')
Gasté 100, gasté 100 mil (go, la maldita policía del flow, baby)
Gasté 100, gasté 100 mil (L-A-L-O, yeah)
Gasté 100, gasté 100 mil (yeah, Toploud)
Duran The Coach
Colombia, P. R, Argentina
C.R. o
On fire, jaja
'Tamo' en otra vuelta, baby
Tú 'ta bronce p. 7
L-A-L-O, yeah-eh
Maldita policía del flow, bae, peek up
Spent 100 (feat. Jon Z and Lalo Ebratt)
Jon Z, man (way too high)
(Spent 100 grand, spent 100 grand)
I'm always
In the clouds, always high like a jet, jet, jet, yeah-eh
And in the sports car always in sport mode
In bed, there's no remedy (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Spent 100, spent 100 grand-grand
Spent 100, spent 100 grand
Spent 100, spent 100 grand
Spent 100
I'm gonna give it to you non-stop, baby, not even God can save you
I live in the clouds, you live on earth, still gonna make you wet
Hot kitty, let me tell you in bed I focus like an Adderall
You look good, but you act bad
The molly makes me fearless, your body is epic
In bed, a success, oh, yeah
I got it right when I put it in, we mix weed and Rosé
And I left your sneakers, forget the nonsense, yeah
She fell in love, it was the flow and the cash
She likes it when I give her fire
Baby, we do it and she doesn't shut up
She wants to do it in bed on top of the 100s, eh
Spent 100, spent 100
Spent 100 grand, spent 100 grand
Spent 100, spent 100
Spent 100 grand (yeah, yeah, Jon Z, man, yeah)
Spent 100 grand, oh shit, what the fuck?
A couple grams of tussi, pounds of weed and five Glocks
A couple chicks in Medellin, Alejo, my buddy in Metrallo
On a farm, party-party, until the rooster crows
She goes with me, doesn't think twice
She escapes from her friends, wakes up with me
Then she leaves, like a ghost she disappears
Surely I won't see her for a couple of months
Tell me, I spent 100 grand and a little more
On tussi, on weed, and on a couple of sheets
Lots of alcohol, damn, baby, I can't walk
Give me a break, the stamina is back
Tonight we're gonna drink
Get crazy smoking puree
You're not easy, I know
Baby, this is easy, don't let her fall
Spent 100 (Jon Z, man), spent 100 grand (Jose Feliciano in the house, you know)
Spent 100, spent 100 grand (go, the damn police of the flow, baby)
Spent 100, spent 100 grand (L-A-L-O, yeah)
Spent 100, spent 100 grand (yeah, Toploud)
Duran The Coach
Colombia, P. R, Argentina
C.R. or
On fire, haha
We're on another level, baby
You're bronze p. 7
L-A-L-O, yeah-eh
Damn police of the flow, bae, peek up