Dinero
La bolsa es de Chanel
Destapando Moet
No me deslumbran los brillos
Así no me vas a tener
Yo no quiero tu dinero
Mentirosos, ya no quiero
Yo no quiero tu dinero
Mentirosos, ya no quiero
Una chica como yo no consigues donde sea
Esa labia tuya ya no me marea
Nunca me dice' nada y ahora me das pelea
Consíguete otra tonta que todo te lo crea
En el cuello, tengo hielo, hielo
Cuatrocientos en el pelo, pelo
Otros miles en el suelo, suelo
Y yo siempre huelo a nuevo, nuevo
Escupí todas tus mentiras
Ahora tus amigos me tiran
Ya no quiero que me llames, llames
La puerta cambió de llave
Yo no quiero tu dinero
Mentirosos, ya no quiero
Yo no quiero tu dinero
Mentirosos, ya no quiero
Conmigo ya no pega
Ese papel de galán de telenovela
A mí nadie me cela
Te falta mucho filo para tanta tela
Tengo blindado el corazón, corazón
No estoy pa' flores ni tampoco pa' amor
Antes era mala, y ahora soy peor
Ya no caigo con cualquier picaflor
Escupí todas tus mentiras
Ahora tus amigos me tiran
Ya no quiero que me llames, llames
La puerta cambió de llave
Yo no quiero tu dinero
Mentirosos, ya no quiero
Yo no quiero tu dinero
Mentirosos, ya no quiero
Money
The bag is Chanel
Popping Moet
The sparkles don't dazzle me
That won't get you anywhere
I don't want your money
Liars, I don't want it anymore
I don't want your money
Liars, I don't want it anymore
A girl like me you won't find just anywhere
Your smooth talk doesn't impress me anymore
You never say anything and now you want to fight
Go find another fool who believes everything
Ice around my neck, neck
Four hundred in my hair, hair
Thousands more on the floor, floor
And I always smell like new, new
I spit out all your lies
Now your friends are throwing shade at me
I don't want you to call me anymore, anymore
The door's lock has changed
I don't want your money
Liars, I don't want it anymore
I don't want your money
Liars, I don't want it anymore
You don't fit with me anymore
Playing the soap opera heartthrob role
No one's watching over me
You lack the edge for so much fabric
I have my heart armored, armored
I'm not here for flowers or love either
I used to be bad, now I'm worse
I won't fall for any smooth talker
I spit out all your lies
Now your friends are throwing shade at me
I don't want you to call me anymore, anymore
The door's lock has changed
I don't want your money
Liars, I don't want it anymore
I don't want your money
Liars, I don't want it anymore
Escrita por: Kenia Os, Alan Yasiel Nuñez, Andry Jose Leal Matheus, Brandon Jesus Amador Rivera, José Damián Núñez González