100 TRACKS
Yeah
Cashmoneyap
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, skinny
Uoh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Kio
Uoh (kio), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Da igual qué digan, da igual lo que hablen
Mami, no pue'en igualarme, yeah
Vendo tickets como en diez países
Mami, vendo tickets como no hace nadie
Carro nuevo cada medio año
Baby, ya no tengo ni dónde aparcarle
Me la suda tu contrato en warner
To' los tuyos siguen pasando hambre
A estos mierda' se lеs sube pronto
Pegan par de tеmás y ya se creen grande'
Alguien debería de educarles
Parece que no lo hizo su madre
Baby, quieren to' lo que yo tengo
Están copiando siempre pero no le' sale
En el juego, baby, to' se sabe
Puta fama, vuelve a to's iguales
Baby, sobra'o de estilo (yes)
Gucci, Prada, Moschino
Van 200 en el plato de carne
Mami, otro' 200 en la botella de vino
Los contrato' son de futbolista
Tres millone' solo por diez pistas
Yo me escribo to'a mis putas barras
Ellos no hacen nada y se llaman artistas
(Y el premio a mejor artista o grupo revelación es para)
Me hice una casa flow las del booking
En la terraza puse un jacuzzi
Baby, la vida ahora rosa tussi
To'-to' este lujo lo pagó la music
Soy del barrio, mami, yo soy hood rich
Tú eres pussy follando con groupies
Soy leyenda, loco, tú eres rookie
To' tu money se va pa' la' multi, baby, yeah
100 canciones ya sonando en la calle y todas escritas por mí (ey, mmm)
No necesitamos comerle el culo a nadie ni ir detrás de nadie (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Empresa independiente y en funcionamiento (yeah, mm-mmm, ja)
Estamos pegados, mami (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Skinny
Baby, yo soy la corona
Tú te crees calle, te crees que eres morad
Perra vieja, llora que te llora
Porque entré en el juego y me quedé su zona
Tú eras pobre y sigue' siendo pobre
Yo empecé de pobre, loco, y mira ahora
Son ochenta por cantar la hora
Puto, a ti se te comió la droga
Baby, mi vida está escrita en canciones
Llenamos estadios, cobramos millones
Venimos de abajo, de los callejones
Ahora nuestra cara en los televisores
Soy skinny, remember mi nombre
Pon mi culo en portada' de forbes
Legendario, estoy prendido, moltres
Me hice un molde, dientes de oro golden (ey)
Discos de oro, discos de platino
Baby, enemigos, muchos enemigo'
En mi vida par de traidores están hablando mierda porque están jodido'
Sácate mi nombre de tu boca
Tú eres una rata y siempre lo has sido (eh, yeah)
Por aquí pegamos to' los temas sin entrar en radio ni en viva latino
Tú estás viejo pa' plantarme cara
Aparentan y no tienen nada (ah-ah)
'Tán comprándose Gucci en los outlets
Mami, yo flexeando nueva temporada
Tiras barras pero son mentira
Solo estás hablando de mi vida
Tengo el rrari aparca'o en son vida
Baby, a mí estas barras me han cambia'o la vida, yeh-yeah
100 TRACKS
Yeah
Cashmoneyap
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, skinny
Uoh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Kio
Uoh (kio), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It doesn't matter what they say, it doesn't matter what they talk about
Mami, they can't match me, yeah
I sell tickets like in ten countries
Mami, I sell tickets like nobody else
New car every six months
Baby, I don't even have a place to park it
I don't give a damn about your Warner contract
All yours are still starving
These shits get cocky quickly
They release a couple of songs and already think they're big
Someone should educate them
It seems like their mother didn't do it
Baby, they want everything I have
They're always copying but it doesn't work for them
In the game, baby, everything is known
Damn fame, makes everyone the same
Baby, overflowing with style (yes)
Gucci, Prada, Moschino
Two hundred on the meat platter
Mami, another two hundred in the wine bottle
The contracts are like footballers'
Three million just for ten tracks
I write all my damn bars
They do nothing and call themselves artists
(And the award for best artist or breakthrough group goes to)
I built a house like those on booking
I put a jacuzzi on the terrace
Baby, life is now rose-tinted
All this luxury is paid for by the music
I'm from the neighborhood, mami, I'm hood rich
You're pussy fucking groupies
I'm a legend, crazy, you're a rookie
All your money goes to the labels, baby, yeah
100 songs already playing on the street and all written by me (hey, mmm)
We don't need to kiss anyone's ass or follow anyone (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Independent and operational company (yeah, mm-mmm, ja)
We're stuck, mami (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Skinny
Baby, I am the crown
You think you're street, you think you're morad
Old bitch, crying and crying
Because I entered the game and stayed in your area
You were poor and you're still poor
I started poor, crazy, and look at me now
It's eighty for singing an hour
Damn, drugs ate you up
Baby, my life is written in songs
We fill stadiums, we earn millions
We come from below, from the alleys
Now our faces on the TVs
I'm skinny, remember my name
Put my ass on the cover of Forbes
Legendary, I'm on fire, moltres
I made a mold, golden gold teeth (hey)
Gold records, platinum records
Baby, enemies, many enemies
In my life a couple of traitors are talking shit because they're screwed
Take my name out of your mouth
You're a rat and you always have been (eh, yeah)
Here we hit all the songs without getting on the radio or on Viva Latino
You're too old to stand up to me
They pretend and have nothing (ah-ah)
They're buying Gucci at the outlets
Mami, I'm flexing the new season
You spit bars but they're lies
You're just talking about my life
I have the Ferrari parked in his life
Baby, these bars have changed my life, yeah-yeah