NO LO SON
Dicen que son—
Dicen que son calle—, que son calle—
Dicen que son—
Dicen que son—
Dicen que son calle—, que son calle—
Que son calle—, que son calle—
Gata suelta, ya te quiero verte bailar
En la discoteca entramo' con la chipeteá' (El Castii)
Dicen que son calle, pero no lo son
Que son milloneta', pero no lo son
Ando con mi combo en el partyson
Y nos llevamo' a su bicho hasta en un maquinón
Frontean de cadеna' y son toa' prestá'
Yo ya voy por la novena propiedad
¿Pa' qué sе viran? Aquí ya no le tenemo' piedad
Explotamo' los gile', ra-ta-ta-ta
Adicto al dinero, aquí no se descansa
Ahora comiendo fino, gordita la panza
Nunca le bajé ni perdí la esperanza
Y coronó conmigo el que se ganó mi confianza
Ahora visto Milano con to' mis hermano'
Ese es mi fronteo, tener lo bacano
Tuve un enemigo, me salió villano
Siempre para un Messi existe su Cristiano
Corte arabe, nena, puro jeque
No pago con tarjeta, con puro cheque
En las grande' liga' y ustede' cadete'
Estamo' joseando en las calle' de peque
El clima está cálido pero el cuello está iced
Ahora te falta pali, se lo compras a tu mai
Estos giles aparentando solo por un par de lines
No vale, no, lo que tú dices, si nunca lo demostrai
No me hablei como maldito
Si en la calle, po', no dai
Gata suelta, ya te quiero verte bailar
En la discoteca entramo' con la chipeteá'
Ese cuerpecito se te ve espectacular
Baby, no hablemo' mucho y dale, vente pa'cá'
Dicen que son calle, pero no lo son
Que son milloneta', pero no lo son
Ando con mi combo en el partyson
Y nos llevamo' a su bicho hasta en un maquinón
Frontean de cadena' y son toa' prestá'
Yo ya voy por la novena propiedad
¿Pa' qué se viran? Aquí ya no le tenemo' piedad
Explotamo' los gile', ra-ta-ta-ta
Ja
El Castii
Pailita
Lewis Somes in the house
En los controles, na-na, ja
Tamo' con el beat
Con Gerardo, ja
Seguimo' contando los cuarto'
Otro palo' pa' la historia
THEY SAY THEY ARE
They say they are—
They say they are street—, that they are street—
They say they are—
They say they are—
They say they are street—, that they are street—
That they are street—, that they are street—
Loose girl, I wanna see you dance
In the club we roll in with the crew (El Castii)
They say they are street, but they ain't
They say they are millionaires, but they ain't
I'm with my crew at the party
And we take their girl even in a big ride
They flex with chains and they all borrowed
I'm already on my ninth property
Why they acting up? We ain't showing mercy
We blow up the fakes, rat-a-tat-tat
Addicted to money, here we don't rest
Now eating fine, belly getting big
Never backed down or lost hope
And the one who earned my trust is rolling with me
Now I’m dressed in Milano with all my brothers
That's my style, having the good stuff
Had an enemy, turned out to be a villain
For every Messi, there's a Cristiano
Arab cut, girl, pure sheikh
I don't pay with card, only with checks
In the big leagues and you’re just a rookie
We’re hustling in the streets since we were small
The weather's warm but my neck's iced
Now you need some cash, buy it from your mom
These fakes pretending just for a few lines
It ain't worth it, no, what you say if you never showed it
Don't talk to me like a damn fool
If in the streets, you ain't got the guts
Loose girl, I wanna see you dance
In the club we roll in with the crew
That body of yours looks spectacular
Baby, let’s not talk too much, come on over here
They say they are street, but they ain't
They say they are millionaires, but they ain't
I'm with my crew at the party
And we take their girl even in a big ride
They flex with chains and they all borrowed
I'm already on my ninth property
Why they acting up? We ain't showing mercy
We blow up the fakes, rat-a-tat-tat
Yeah
El Castii
Pailita
Lewis Somes in the house
On the controls, na-na, yeah
We got the beat
With Gerardo, yeah
We keep counting the cash
Another hit for the story